from before and
I can feel my heartbeat in the wound,
it's next to another old scar.
I can feel my heartbeat in the wound,
it's next to another old scar.
your words were simple,
your hands were naked,
unlike my blood.
one day I just woke up,
and the world was just there,
wolves and all.
I still remember
the time we danced in stairwells,
to a song we both heard,
and we couldn't remember the words.
Count my tattoos
and don't forget about me,
because it is lonesome out here on the rails.