Tendons & Veins Songtext
von Gaunt Story

Hide jokes from the scenery
Those legs wide open and nearing me
After all, I′m only as scared as you
Words from the books he knew
To hoard lives almost pure and true
After fall she was hopeful than torn
Just longing to be born

Am I just some fool chasing hurricanes?
Your tendons and veins
They will just turn
And rot away


Guilt from those nights we laid
To haul small secrets up from the lake
To hold up then carefully obscure from view
Now lined up in front of her
No point for needs or risk or verse
To sail to this open port
That's you
Empty almost mute

Am I just some fool chasing hurricanes?
Your tendons and veins
They will just turn
And rot away

Was I just some fool chasing hurricanes?
Your tendons and veins
They will just turn