Black lungs inhale Your words like smoke Your looks are never true These withered hands I think have found A wounded heart to mend I try See your mouth To heal Sutured up Infecting Festering What’s real Black lungs inhale Your words like smoke Your looks are never true These withered hands I think have found it I reach out But I can’t feel a thing I can’t fee Searching for your tears in rain Tell me does it feel the same Knowing there’s no other way I exist to die A photograph that fades to white What if I could try To paint another night Would I? Tearing a way Another look at my shape Trying to say You never think of my face Our sound (the time it takes to fall apart) Buried in your deaf ears (The time it takes to fall apart Build it from my bones (The time it takes) Feel it inside of my skin Our sound, buried in your deaf ears Build it from my bones Feel it inside of my skin