There's always cracks...
A crack of sunlight, a crack in the mirror, on your lips...
It's the morning on a sunset Friday...
When all conversations twist.
It's the fifth day of ice on a new tattoo...
But the ice should be on our heads.
We only spun the web to catch ourselves...
So we weren't left for dead.
And I was never lookin' for approval...
From anyone but you.
And though this journey's over...
I'd go back if you asked me to.
I'm not dead, just floating.
Right between the ink on your tattoo...
In the belly of the beast we turned into.
I'm not scared, just changing.
Right behind the cigarette and the devilish smile...
You're my crack of sunlight.
You can do the math a thousand ways...
But you can't erase the facts...
That others come and others go...
But you always come back.
I'm a winter flower underground...
Always thirsty for summer rain.
And just like the changing seasons...
I know you'll be back again.
I'm not dead, just floating.
Underneath the ink of my tattoo...
I've tried to hide my scars from you.
I'm not scared, just changing.
Right behind the cigarette and the devilish smile...
You're my crack of sunlight.
I'm not dead just yet...
I'm not dead, I'm just floating.
Doesn't matter where I'm going, I'll find you.
I'm not scared at all.
Underneath the cuts and bruises, find the game where no one looses.
I'll find you...
I will find you.
I'm not dead, just floating.
I'm not scared, just changing.
You're my crack of sunlight...
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