Contraband Sister Video (MV)

Glance of sentimental velvet
Desolation if you felt it
So afraid of ancient hands
Blessing all her days of sand

Blind to all her frail tomorrows
Sinks a smile in every sorrow
Fire coming for her plans
Only deserts understand

I don't know how she got into my sacred head
I don't know if I want her in my mourning bed
I really want to get her out
I don't want to get her out
I don't want to tell her no
I know I got to say it though

She never looks for heaven
Never learns a single lesson
Never leaves her house of rain
And till the end there she remains

I don't know how she got into my sacred head
I don't know if I want her in my mourning bed
I really want to get her out
I don't want to get her out
I don't want to tell her no
I know I got to say it though

Whatever happened to her stargaze?
Washed away in sour nights
If I see her dressed in moonrays
Will that bring her to the light?

I don't know how she got into my sacred head
I don't know if I want her in my mourning bed
I really want to get her out
I don't want to get her out
I don't want to tell her no
I know I got to say it though

I really want to get her out
I don't want to get her out