Paroles de Passive

Bleed hope. My heart was strung From feelings wound From an absent emotion Which rang Euphonic distortion of memories I left to drown In tears of seclusion. I'll scream this pain from my lungs. We live life as a blank canvas. Your skin against my skin Begins to mend These shards of my life That had fallen to the floor. And this ink pen, Spills from my heart What i could never say. And i took this canvas Which lay dull and cracked... And painted an angel With more radiance than the breath of the sun. More radiance than the breath of the sun.