The Wytches - Digsaw

Please do not cry My train-jumping child, I am here but lost in the light. I know you and I took the last of that light From a bulb that resembled a tear. Stop your talking, we're the same twin, All I hear is flowers crying, I'm not honest, I'm not honest, Oh so selfish, Oh dishonest. She took all of the light. You spin and you wind through the canyons and find That you span right back where you started, As I weep for my loss and a beloved cross Then I stood and wept like a gypsy. Stop your talking, we're the same twin, All I heard was mothers crying. I'm not honest, I'm not honest, Oh so selfish, Oh dishonest.