Talking About Space Songtext
von Racing Glaciers

Looking out into you
Like the wind through static
You′re my foreign body wrapped in colour

Would you break down if you're on your own?
Falling apart like a nice night, honey
Holding your own with no real reason

Touching your spine
Carving skin to mountains
Rising, falling, weathered down like a valley


Your shoulders align breaking through my sky
Your towers of love calling to my lost eyes
Your linen white cage won′t stop this healing

Soft hands on claws
You came so pure
Breaking

Soft hand, cold thoughts
I've feared it all
And you

Soft hands on claws
You came so pure
Breaking


Soft hand, cold thoughts
I fear it all
And you