The Veils
The Veils
The Veils
The Veils
The Veils
The Veils
The Veils
The Veils
The Veils
The Veils
The Veils
The Veils
Berenice
My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
And though my head my hands my heart are forming
They still feel worlds apart
Berenice
Beneath it all you're golden
And that's all I'm feeding on
And though my head my hands are growing colder
We move circles now
Berenice there's no release at all
That's not worth dying for
Berenice
My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
Berenice there's no release at all
That's not worth dying for
And it's not for our desires but our design
That we all fall apart
Berenice there's no release at all
That's worth us crying for
And I don’t mind leaving, don’t mind leaving now
‘Cause we all fall down