I know that someday you'll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain. I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name. I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain. I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain.
And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain.
I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same. ~ La Dispute - Nobody, Not even the rain.
And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain.
I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same. ~ La Dispute - Nobody, Not even the rain.
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