The Parlor Mob Follow

I wanna see you, the way you see yourself
I wanna see you, the way you see yourself
I wanna understand your pain
Know exactly where it rains inside your soul

I wanna know you, the way the flowers know the grave
I wanna know you, the way the flowers know the grave
I wanna tie around your head
Every silly word you said when you were still easy

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I've been fighting just to keep you holding on
And it ain't gettin' any easier to give or get along

If we can't breathe
In the sky, we are stars
We are free to swell by all our childhood dreams
In the fire, we are flames
We are broken

I wanna heal you, when the fruits still in your hand
wanna heal you, when the fruits still in your hands
I wanna rearrange the trees
and make a shelter from the thieves
where you can be pure again

chours
I've been fighting just to keep you holding on
And it ain't gettin' any easier to give or get along

If we can't breathe
In the sky, we are stars
We are free to swell by all our childhood dreams
In the fire, we are flames
We are broken

If we can't breathe
In the sky, we are stars
We are free to swell by all our childhood dreams
In the fire, we are flames
We are broken