The floor you walk on is smooth
There is no ground there
Magic begins with blood
Outside, there are trees with concrete under their roots
But I have passed the tombs of kings
I have scoured the seas for miles
My fingertips opening, accepting my time
Tomorrow
I will walk the streets and steel myself for the familiar
Your eyes will not settle, a hunger
You'd be happier in your grave
When we meet, share stories, you stretch me
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
For me, I'm your shadow
Howling in the streets
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
Sorrow
I'm your sorrow
I'm
I'm your so
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
Sorrow
I'm your sorrow
I'm
I'm your sorrow
I'm
I'm your so
I'm