Bend Your Arms to Look Like Wings

Bend Your Arms To Look Like Wings - Funeral For A Friend

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As the sun sets

On battlefields

I hope you can save me

I hope you can save our wounded hearts

And distance creation

Makes my heart eternity

Go colder enough for this to end

And distance creation

Makes my heart eternity

Seem older for you

It's just enough to cut the air

From your lungs from your lungs

As the sun sets we push and pull apart

On battlefields enough for this to end

I hope you can save me from ourselves

I hope you can save us from ourselves

Denial forever

In the arms of we're stuck in here

Our saviors enough for this to end

When my heart fills up with

When torn into pieces

Its just enough to cut the air

From your lungs from your lungs

As the sun sets we push and pull apart

On battlefields enough for this to end

I hope you can save me from ourselves

I hope you can save us from ourselves

And paper cuts

And bloody hands

In the middle they would meet

And paper cuts

And bloody hands

In the middle they would meet

As the sun sets

As the sun sets

As the sun sets