Testo The Cold Floor

Let us wait until dark
The storm is passing over us
Our throats are dry with anticipation
Our first attempts at using our voices

It's been months since we've found words
These nights we hold our heads
with shaky hands Wondering why we even mutter these words
Wondering why we even mutter these words

It's been months since we've found words
These nights we hold our heads with shaky hands
Let us wait to say our goodbyes