Taking Back Sunday - Slowdance On The Inside lyrics

this is the coldest ground I’ve ever slept on

it is the wind that tells me to keep

my hands grabbing at the rock

it is the wind that whispers the last lie

but all that I felt was love and grace

all that I see here is just haze

is it you that I’m talking to?

or your ashes?

but then again a trial for my being pure

the beauty that I sang was never mine

yet I sang for him and for her

and my lashes

Mother,

that was the hardest cloth I’ve ever woven

you should’ve told me what would come out

of the love I’ve learned to fear

this is the shortest night I’ll ever live