Carving And Searching 歌词

	I keep crouching in remnants of him
	Of your memory laying all folded in remnants of mine
	To carve deep enough to see your neck's open pulse
	I take whatever it gives
	Your youth, I take whatever it gives
	Am I the last, am I the one?
	Until you speak it my dreams will be real
	His left right arm pushes and pulls me so far
	And I channel something more
	And I feel it spear right through my fingertips
	And I bless those crooked arms
	Wrap their limbs around me

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