Airling - By Thorns Lyrics

Kill the mind, mind, mind with your hands of cold

Against a page of the lady ripped
by thorns and broken with flaws
Spill to the floor
and then we'll crawl to safety of a love you need

Hear this voice take its toll
Feel my love through your soul
Left with nothing to fight

Kill the mind, mind, mind with your hands of cold

Here in her arms you used to feel moved oh
It is warm for a moment... gone
Set her free from the things you seek oh
How far will broken wings fall?

Hear this voice take its toll
Feel my love through your soul
Left with nothing to fight

Kill the mind, mind, mind with your hands of cold