Hanging White Flags – A Masterpiece Of Failure – letras

A thin line of blood on my horizonReaches its cold hands up to my warm skyBecoming a black cloud on my distant loveSweet familiar lips blowing kissesBut the crisp wind steals them from meTracing blueprints of the scarthat was left on my heart to stop!My blood!Can’t travel through my veinsI missed the last train and no one ever took a pictureNo eyes can see the light form my burning white flagThat hung up its selfI’ll be forgottenI am gone