You float in an early sun,
Your morning guide
I’m awake while you’re asleep
Thunder sounds
You dream caught heart, behind my eyes
Shadows blur
Your mirrored mouth, your graceful hands
Your eyes are white
Its not your fault
You’re still in my arms, it’s not your fault
The earth is overgrown
The sea, it will part
It's not your fault
It’s not your fault
White space and gentle waves
I drift under
Out the end a flyful sin, in color
I speak to your turned back
And I alone
Your mirrored mouth, your graceful hands
You start to talk
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault
You’re still in my arms, it’s not your fault
The earth is overgrown
The sea, it will part
Its not your fault
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault, oh.

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