Chavez
You Faded
But I crave your moments always
You got kissed enough in our ways
Built to space, here
Browned out
let it slip... seem to lack...? ...across my eyes
Giving names to things I'm tired of
Driven by the fear of knowing no great shapes, dear
Brought out
Let it slip, in heat, call out my name
and I'll be hated far and wide
You faded
Like I teach you to burst
Brought out
But I crave your moments always
When I die with both my hands full
I'll make shapes, dear
Browned Out
Let it slip, in heat, call out my name
And I'll be hated far and wide
You faded
Like I teach you to curse
Brought out
When you crave the moments, I'm hated far and wide
From Letras Mania