Bend Your Arms to Look Like Wings

"As the sun sets
On battlefields
I hope you can save me
I hope you can save our wounded hearts

When distance (creation) makes my heart (eternity) grow colder (enough for this to end)
When distance (creation) makes my heart (eternity) seem older (for you)
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs
(from your lungs)

As the sun sets (we push and pull apart)
On battlefields (enough for this to end)
I hope your can save me (from ourselves)
I hope you can save us from ourselves

Denial (forever) in the arms of (we're stuck in here) our saviours (enough for this to end)
When my heart (falls open) is torn (wide open) to pieces
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs
(from your lungs)

As the sun sets (we push and pull apart)
On battlefields (enough for this to end)
I hope you can save me (from ourselves)
I hope you can save our wounded hearts

And paper cuts and bloody hands
In the middle, they would meet
And paper cuts and bloody hands
In the middle, they would meet"

- Funeral For A Friend -



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