You Faded
by Time in Malta· from A Second Engine
But I crave your moments always
You got kissed in none of our ways
Built to space, dear
Brought up
On the street things seem to lack...?
...upon my eyes
Giving names to things I'm tired of
Driven by the fear of knowing no great shakes, dear
Brought out
Let it slip, in heat, call out my name
and I'll be hated far and wide
You faded
Like I teach you to burst
Brought out
But I crave your moments always
When I die with both my hands full
I'll make shapes, dear
Browned Out
Let it slip, in heat, call out my name
And I'll be hated far and wide
You faded
Like I teach you to curse
Brought out
When you crave the moments, I'm hated far and wide