Instrumental from: Atmosphere - "Don't ever fucking question that"
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Feet on the edge,
close to the fall,
you’d hold my hand and whisper its worth it all
shattered silence clogs the throat,
I progress slowly, become the feel of numb
wrap your strange around me, nothing but adoration to give
as our lips meet I realise we have the rest of our lives to live.
drift off with my thoughts that come,
as the wind blows through,
lacing my bones, whisking me away from my home,
love, please don’t become the wind.
you are my last call, my turning point, my highest bid…
but you did.

Recorded on my laptop - excuse the fades in and out.

whyessemm