Lyrics

Buildling castles of her crystalline.

She lives and breaths and hides behind an outrageous smile
and her eyes of burnt obsidion.
She greets you into distance when she take you in her arms,
a twisted, warm oblivion.
She moves like a sequoia rooted firmly in the soil
upon the prime meridian
And she's just one crack away from being broken.

She stands behind the counter changing passion into wine,
bouquet of rosy cinnamon.
She toasts to better days as she tried her best to chasea way
Her will to be forgotten.
She holding onto nothing and it's heavy on her mind
As she waits to notice when it's gone.
And she's just one crack away from being broken.
And she's waiting for her knowing to be spoken.
Buildling castles of her crystalline.