crush - Eleven Eleven

Three colors of a fading sketch

And fading hearts forever fetch

And we speak in wordless ways

As we approach and end to days

And I’ll crush you darling

I’ll crush you darling

I’ll kiss your lips to closing as you fall

I’ll crush you darling

I’ll crush you darling

I promise you won’t feel a thing at all

Nothing at all

I’ll follow you

Then follow me To shed again, this final then

Take my hand in trust

Your spiraled dizzy love

Is soft and velvet clean

But the dust has been unseen

And you’re dressing to amaze

But you’re lost in lace arrays

And I’ll crush you darling

I’ll crush you darling

I’ll kiss your lips to closing as you fall

I’ll crush you darling

I’ll crush you darling

I promise you won’t feel a thing at all

Nothing at all