Arterial Black - Drist

This is how a mountain gathers, purposely directed shadows.

This sinking ship has information that will tear us apart.

Along the way we learn things too hard.

Whisper out the way to stop my heart.

The things you used to say before the day I used to care at all.

It’s in the fingertips, I caught you looking;

hazing down on me.

This is how a mountain gathers, purposely directed shadows.

This sinking ship has information that will tear us apart.

Along the way we learn things too hard.

Whisper out the way to stop my heart.

Along the way we learn things too hard.

Whisper out the way to stop my heart.

Along the way we learn things too hard.

Whisper out the way to stop my heart.

Along the way we learn things too hard.

Whisper out the way to stop my heart.