Blackeye - Newlydeads, Taime

When I was young

I’d sit and swing in the sunshine

Then I’d fall and cry

I’d love to play with the pretty things

That I’d find and roll my eyes

As fast as I came

I went the long way home

It gave me time to think

That I’m only splitting pink

And maybe I’m just bored

You know the darker

The meat the sweeter the juice

Finding ecstasy, it changes you

I’m just getting older

My tongue is turning black

Time creeping over my shoulder

My eyes are turning black

It’s never enough to slip

And slide in loves eye

Yes, I’d rather cry

I’d love to make those pretty things

That I find really come alive

And just as I came

I went the wrong way home

I’d love to find the meaning

Of the torture that I’m dreaming

Maybe there’s no hope

I’m just getting older

My lips are turning black

Time creeping over my shoulder

My eyes are turning black