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What will it take

To come undone

You burn me out

Like an evening sun

We run

Through the air

Lend me a knife

I'll give you my gun

Lay on my chest

As a puncture of some

And none

Let us through

Wait for it

To break its calling

Taken from

A kiss of mourning

All the ways

I strafe my falling down

My falling down

What will it take

When feeling is wrung

You show me out

Like a prodigy son

We run

Through the air

Lend me a knife

I'll give you my gun

Under the tress

You're questioning everyone

Who led us through

Wait for it

To break its calling

Taken from

A kiss of mourning

All the ways

I strafe my falling down