Little Expressionless Animals

Little Expressionless Animals - Memoryhouse

Softly held the light beneath your skin your skin

Never drew a breath between our names our names

As you come aware that something's left

It is left

Everybody knows that you are dead you are dead

I can feel this place becoming what it never was

Do we embrace the hours as if we never lost

One lonely resignation tethered to your thoughts

I'm dreaming through these motions in hopes that it will last

And I won't follow you back home

And I won't follow you back home

And I won't follow you back home

And I won't follow you back home

And I won't follow you back home

And I won't follow you back home

And I won't follow you back home

And I won't follow you back home