Willow Robinson

Stones

Willow Robinson

Stones


Good to hear you're home again
I worried to my bones, mu cheeks felt like stones
I know I've never felt this way
You caught me out like a vulture gorging its prey

Addicted to hearing your voice, every moment
But no matter how loud I shout
my love'll never transcend these ills
Like half of me is gone, leaving
my core exposed to the cold wind
A crisp frost rattling my organs

I shouldn't have left you so soon
Every day waking up in a cold bed
And the dull light exposing the emptiness of my room

I feel a tremble in my lips
And a sorrow shows in my eye
At the thought of you alone at night
Staring at the same stars as me in the sky

Addicted to hearing your voice every moment
But no matter how load I shout
my love'll never transcend these ills
Like half of me is gone
leaving my core exposed to the cold wind
A crisp frost rattling my organs

I shouldn't have left you so soon
Every day waking up in a cold bed
And the dull light exposing the emptiness of my room

The emptiness, is exposed, everyday, everyday, everyday

Compositor: Willoughby Christian I Robinson (Willow Robinson)
ECAD: Obra #13661587

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