Of Sand And Sulfur - Blood Has Been Shed

I know we have been here before:

Countless times engaged in an empty embrace

Your every word the touch of satin

Everything you do is a cold blade in my ribs

Leaving me breathless, suffocating my thoughts

And I am helpless to your beauty

My eyes and woulds are still weeping

Let it dry up so I can fly again

Biting my tongue in hopes that words of weakness don’t escape

Counting the days, counting the moments to dream of you again

Waiting, always waiting

Waiting, always waiting

Waiting, always waiting

Waiting, always waiting

Waiting, always waiting

Waiting, always waiting

Waiting, always waiting