Castor

In the panels of Barren winter static Twice erased and now Here you are Old enough to know better But from up here You have such lovely Bones Did you hear that? I think it's the sound of our bones settling in Did you hear that? I think it's the sound of our bones settling in My lips and cheeks I bit raw Trying to erase the taste of you But your sweet memory Has been tainted by the blood in my teeth But you beg for love this real, oh You beg for love this real How can we burn down this bridge any faster How can you bear the cross of an apathetic lover With every breath you begged me to love you While I was trying my best Just to drown out all the oxygen God did we suffocate And god did we ever burn You beg for love this real You beg for love this real You beg for love this real You beg for love this real You beg for love this real Did you hear that? I think it's the sound of our bones settling in Did you hear that? I think it's the sound of our bones settling in We will be erased so we can be whole again We will be erased so we can be whole again How brittle our bones have grown We made angels in the snow Forever erased and yet here you are Old enough to know better Old enough to know better As I slept next to you As the snow fell (As we kissed) (As we embraced) As we laid naked in our whimsical arrogance Taunting the wild winter air As if the bitterness from the cold Could never possess us As it tapped at our bedroom window like a wraith An omen of the worst to come (The worst to come) (The worst to come) You beg for love this real You beg for love this real You beg for love this real You beg for love this real You beg for love this real You beg for love this real You beg for love this real Did you hear that? I think it's the sound of our bones settling in Did you hear that? If only I had known I'd never let you in We will be erased so we can be whole again We will be erased Ghosts in the snow With nothing but a trail of blood behind us You and I You and I We will be erased so we can be whole again The sigils of a memory lost to the march of time You and I You and I How brittle our bones have grown We make angels in the snow Forever erased and now here we are Old enough to know better Old enough to know better