Ashes in the Brittle Air - Black Tape For A Blue Girl

Ashes.

Ashes

Our souls drift like ashes in the brittle air… through the brittle air

Hold out your hands.

Afraid to hold out for what you need…

But see, see what you need

Twirling like leaves, we float away…

Drift away from things, the things you desire

Desire, desire: the passion burning in your heart

Reach for what you want

Fears or freedoms: what if your perceptions are all wrong?

I wouldn’t stop loving you

Ashes.

Ashes.

Our souls drift like ashes in the brittle air… through the

brittle air