Testo Matchless

As it falls to dysfunction and unanswered calls
Those open window nights will pull the blinds
And leave those backseat sprawls to burn up
Under the heat of the moon

The hands left spinning will twirl and fade
Like the horoscopes and paper trails
That we procured from what seemed Like states away

The broken bottles and the fathoms in between
Crash together much like waves
And in our fixated stare we will spill over
And into stolen time

The hands left spinning will twirl and fade
Like the horoscopes and paper trails
That we procured from what seemed
Like states away

As our eyes grope their way past midnight
I'll spend the seconds in between gasping for life
As our lips cast shadows on those heavy lines You'll leave behind your familiar sigh