Can you hear it in my voice?
I still dream of those sick tales where colours collide forming a faith I'll cling to,
Where it's no cliff I dive from, it's a pier out to the sea.
I'll hold my breath so I can hear you speaking quiet,
I'll build my own hell till your face becomes clear.
There's no place to go, there's no place.
I'll hold my breath so I can hear you speaking quiet,
I'll build my own hell till your face becomes clear.
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