Blur

And I’ve been waiting for my fingertips to fret forgotten notes.
There is so much here that I don’t know,
And they’ve been staring at the clouds above my head, praying for snow.
So, what if everything that you ever loved,
More than anything
Was kill you this slow?
You’d let it go.
I’ve been waiting for these words to set me straight,
Like every empty line’s a curse that I can’t break.
They say these spider webs around my head can all be brushed away,
But I’m confidently sure that that’s not the case!
So, what if everything that you ever loved,
More than anything
Was kill you this slow?
You’d let it go.
What if everything that you ever loved,
More than anything
Was kill you this slow?
You’d let it go.
You’d let it go.
So, what if everything that you ever loved,
More than anything
Was kill you this slow?
So, what if everything that you ever loved,
More than anything
Was kill you this slow?
You’d let it go