Silver Dive Testo

Testo Silver Dive

Sing from your soul,
I know that there’s something wrong;
your pupils burst.
Kiss me all over,
your wrists will shake and redden up.

A test for your candles
to put themselves out,
kill the mood.
Hold me on a bridge, in a car, on my lips,
liven the mood.

Kill all the silver hues
on your neck, on your dresser.
Make a mess of your room,
tidy with tears.

On your head be it,
I will absolve myself
from the weight of it.
Dive in,
your neck makes the sound of it,
and I had forgotten to breathe.

Halo crown,
short fuse frown,
white hues down.