Letra de Continents

In dying light, she’s fragile and weeping
And she was sleeping on foreign sheets again
“Spill your heart but not your head”
With your bruises mapped on skin like continents
Just don’t wake up…
I’m staring at you through thick glass, it won’t last
You feel like a poltergeist
As pale as the snow on the ground, with skin like ice
So I won’t try and understand all the pain that you’re put through
When the scars on your wrists tell more truth than your lips, they
They ever could…
She’ll never know her worth and I make it worse
And he’s leaving all the time
I’ll take your hands
Behind the eyes of a different man
Then I’ll take your devil’s plans
I’ll take your hands
Behind the eyes of a different man
And I’ll take your devil’s plans
In dying light
She’s not alright
These are the devil’s plans for idle hands
I’m sick of losing sleep, you’re sick of losing him
These are your devil’s plans for idle hands
I’m sick of losing sleep, you’re sick of losing him