East Of The Wall

East Of The Wall - Handshake In Your Mouth songtekst

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The distant mock of warmth: an aftertaste of the bodies' 
greeting collision. You'll never feel that again.
I thought I saw a rising tide dissolving the streets, and 
leaving blank shores. I strained to hear the distant 
waves encroaching, eroding wood and home.
I can't recall the sound of footsteps, the scent of skin. 
It washed away with the taste of ashes. I grind my teeth 
but it's gone.
As we walk, we'll pass through the last of night, sick 
with dust and smiles. The mock of warmth: you'll never 
feel that again.
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