2.White Cane
作詞：R. Cash
The spiders that drank us in, now rotting on our skin
A dusty vacancy lies between you and me
All those nights, Polaroid photographs turned white
Sense memory lost like a burial at sea
A model of our love as shot from high above
With every present tense it loses increments
Six months spent yield only garbage strewn fragments
Numb endings, all that harsh stimuli smoke rings
Sense memory lost like a burial at sea
Numb endings, all that harsh stimuli smoke rings
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