X marks the spot
Where we stand
Apart.
Our hearts drowned with grief
Yearning for buried treasure,
For arms crisscrossed around bodies,
Not to suffocate
But to grant a sigh of relief.
We long to feel it
But for now we stand.
X marks the spot
Where we stand
Apart.
Our hearts drowned with grief
Yearning for buried treasure,
For arms crisscrossed around bodies,
Not to suffocate
But to grant a sigh of relief.
We long to feel it
But for now we stand.