Luyện nghe bài hát Her Palms Were Read

Everyday I to find the plot device written on my spine.
But with rack torture, I turn the wheel and find my of mind.

I these dreams when I'm asleep, black and velvety.
I never can dreams.
I I could remember things, I can't remember anything.

Secrets the size of cemetery walls- some I can't get outside at all.
We are we eat- and I am my word and you are nothing at all.

If I could count the ways I you, am I just wasting all of my time?
All of the crowns I keep turn
as I for you, the world will pass me by.

I found you sitting under starry-skies
You'd painted eyes on palms red as Prynne.
I watched you cut your hair short and the bobby-pins my twin accrue.

It used to be fun. It to be kind.
I'm in ill-fit shedded again and I can't remember anything.

All young lives on in all of the sad songs,
kitchen-hymns, your throat's raw
I am set adrift.
I've grown in every kiss.
The of wanting is waiting.
Like all of the pictures of the people you
That impatiently in place of the ones we see in every dream
came like the rain, and left like daylight over Magpies.

[We were wasting our time nights patient and wasted.]