Widow: A Love Song - Planes Mistaken For Stars

We pull ourselves in, we throw ourselves back

You’re begging for better, you’re shifting back

I’m pissing red, I’m hacking black

I’m pissing red, I’m hacking black

When all these pigs start sniffing up your dress, listen close love and I’ll

confess

I’ll be calling for you, crawling for you, clawing for you, I’ll be broken at

best

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh

If not you, then who will carry me?

Will tear through me?

Will suffer me?

Only you, only you, only you can bury me