The moon's a welling tear in the sleep of your eye.
(Calling tonight...)
When it falls i cannot bear to see or hear you cry
At a trickle i just swoon
And crane my neck to kiss your wounds
Fair, full, sickle, light
Hearts peek behind the clouds
Ten years down it's u i think about
When u came to town
One fell glance, like heaven sent
To melt the ice around
Felt that all my love was spent
Laying splayed on tiled floor
Patterns spelled your name, i swore
Heart displayed on stained-glass doors
I see your breath in fog that forms
In which i profess my love
Fingertip pressed on the fog
Cursive notes mean more we touch
Never lift, i'll never give you up
Fitting Graves - The Moon's a Welling Tear Lyrics
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The moon's a welling tear in the sleep of your eye.
(Calling tonight...)
When it falls i cannot bear to see or hear you cry
At a trickle i just swoon
And crane my neck to kiss your wounds
Fair, full, sickle, light
Hearts peek behind the clouds
Ten years down it's u i think about
When u came to town
One fell glance, like heaven sent
To melt the ice around
Felt that all my love was spent
Laying splayed on tiled floor
Patterns spelled your name, i swore
Heart displayed on stained-glass doors
I see your breath in fog that forms
In which i profess my love
Fingertip pressed on the fog
Cursive notes mean more we touch
Never lift, i'll never give you up
(Calling tonight...)
When it falls i cannot bear to see or hear you cry
At a trickle i just swoon
And crane my neck to kiss your wounds
Fair, full, sickle, light
Hearts peek behind the clouds
Ten years down it's u i think about
When u came to town
One fell glance, like heaven sent
To melt the ice around
Felt that all my love was spent
Laying splayed on tiled floor
Patterns spelled your name, i swore
Heart displayed on stained-glass doors
I see your breath in fog that forms
In which i profess my love
Fingertip pressed on the fog
Cursive notes mean more we touch
Never lift, i'll never give you up
Writer: Mykle Warren
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