Skin and Atmosphere

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Composición de: Brock Lindow/Steve Holt/Thomas Noonan
Think I'll rename my heart, to calendar
'Cause it'll surely know just when to end

Think I'll rename my heart, to calendar
'Cause it'll surely know just when to end
And I've been looking at you through the telephone
As the photograph whispers that she isn't even home
So alone, I bleed myself right in
Unusual here breathing, inviting the silence

But you're not here
You're nowhere near at all
Just skin and atmosphere
And if it's not what you wanted, better get out now
Alone it takes me
Underneath it'll surely break me

(Underneath these things)

Twenty some years my parents let themselves leave
I always swore that would never, ever be me
And now you're looking at me through a new lens
Your voice on the end doesn't understand anything, nor do I
Paper cuts for me

Unusual here breathing, inviting the silence

But you're not here
You're nowhere near at all
Just skin and atmosphere
And if it's not what you wanted, better get out now
Alone it takes me
Underneath it'll surely break me

Prove me wrong
I want you to prove me wrong
I want you
Prove me wrong
Prove me wrong

But you're not here
You're nowhere near at all
Just skin and atmosphere
And if it's not what you wanted, better get out now
Alone it takes me
Underneath it'll surely break me

I want you to prove me wrong
I want you to prove me

Think I'll rename my heart, to calendar
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