The Ruins
The Ruins
You rearrange the stars at the seams of this sky,
And bind your wounds as they come undone,
For you are made of a million wrong melodies,
Yet the ruins of your smile can reignite the sun.
You rearrange the stars at the seams of this sky,
And bind your wounds as they come undone,
For you are made of a million wrong melodies,
Yet the ruins of your smile can reignite the sun.