Samson from Scotch Mist by Scotch Mist

From my lips to your ears.
Deep kiss. The deep fear.
Reaping the world when we've sown and breaking open the things we hold dear.

See me, what I am.
Taken for granted.
Something that crawled it's way home, I balance you on my tightrope again.

Reaping the world when we've sown, I balance you on my tightrope again,

Oh god I!

I think you're wrong my lonely Samson,
Violence may be the only answer.
The highest start, the bitter dancer.
My heartbeats ring across the mountains.
Through hollow earths and hidden fountains.
And all those kisses never counted,
No, no, no, no.

I think you're wrong my lonely Samson,
Violence can't be the only answer,
The highest start, the bitter dancer.
Our heartbeats ring across the mountains.
Through hollow earths and hidden fountains.
And all those kisses never counted,
No, no, no, no.

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