Quiet Lights - The Big Fear | Текст песни

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• Quiet Lights
• The Big Fear

walk me down to the lake
through the woods, the trees
hold my hand, walk me there
I’d be afraid to go alone

now you feed me
now I eat

that summer just curled up around you
like burned paper
like a feeling of dread

I heard something about fire
it burns paper
but it cleans metal bright