Blood Red Shoes - 7 Years

Speak so softly, afraid to use name Tongue tied quietly, just turn and walk away A future perfect, with holes torn in the sides Consciously quick, to labor on the lie These marks left by you Ghost who went too soon Hold me under Like you always do This scratch made for you Come together soon Just like always Waste away these days The cracks in the picture, never could turn a blind eye Nothing so innocent, would occupy your mind So we'll repeat the process further and further apart Sleep more feel less, lay down in the dark These marks left by you Ghost who went too soon Hold me under Like you always do This scratch made for you Come together soon Just like always Waste away these days