Wounded Skies

Wounded Skies
Music: Lyndon Heart
Lyrics: Salome Strangelove

She leaves love letters on my back
Composed by fingertip
In the dreamy mists of morning
I’m tattooed with “I-heart-u”‘s
Coffee flavored traffic jams
And Monte Cristos brought by courier
Just time passing until
I breathe her in again
My girl smells of violets
And tastes like cinnamon

We are carved on ancient walls
In long forgotten languages
My soul seeks her out
Wherever she may hide
Between dimensions
Across the great divides
The world remembers us
Beneath its wounded skies

Oceans, mountains and miles
I have ever known her
And I will always know her
Despite the rain, despite the thunder
These modern places
Built on the bones of yesterday
Are just false fronts
To hide the inner spaces
My girl smells like violets
And tastes like cinnamon

We are carved on ancient walls
In long forgotten languages
My soul seeks her out
Wherever she may hide
Between dimensions
Across the great divides
The world remembers us
Beneath its wounded skies

I have known her
And I will always know her
She smells like violets
She always smells like violets

We are carved on ancient walls
In long forgotten languages
My soul seeks hers out
Wherever she may hide
Between dimensions
And across the great divides
There is shelter
In the music
Let’s make the world remember us
Beneath these wounded skies

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