The Veils The Leavers Dance LyricsArtist: The Veils
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My hands and feet are worn
As much as yours are
And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming
They still feel worlds apart
Beneath it all you're golden
And that's all I'm feeding on
And though my head, my hands are growing colder
We move in circles now
Berenice there's no release at all
That's not worth dying for
And it's not for our desires but our design taht we all fall apart.