Heartland The Blue Period Lyrics


This bodied water becomes, a landscape of paint, under the dying sun. Brought by our blinking eyes. As effigies of a foreseeable future, tend to the frayed edges of his heart. Memories meander aimlessly, struggling to assemble reason. He should be further along, but the same roads seem so different, travelling home. His dreaming eyes, stare through their lids, acrossed the bed, through her chest, into her heart. How a sleeping embrace, can bring him back every time. Every time!


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