Nights Like These - Memento Mori


Bandage, our broken bodies, on these tightropes we�re walking.
I don�t ever think we can make it across this open sky alone.
My fingertips are frozen until the point of forgetting where I�m from.
But sometimes the dead can�t forget like young lovers.
We were left to dread the days of mouths to feed and no one to come save us.

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