The Leavers Dance lyrics

Berenice My hands my feet are worn As much as yours are And though my head my hands my heart are forming They still feel worlds apart Berenice Beneath it all youre golden And thats all im feeding on And though my head my hands are growing colder We move in circles now Berenice Theres no release at all thats not worth dying for And its not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart