Toska

The empty shell of a barely beating heart
The subtle sound of solemn whisper
This motion is a notion of a memory
The crushing weight behind your voice

Night light skies, vacant eyes, the lonely drives
Thinking in one ear and out the other side
In my dreams, breathing, seeking
Chasing that golden arrow, whispering through the breeze

And in my absence will memory mistake the truth?

So what do I have left? (To take back with me?)
What do I owe and how will I know if thе stars
Still align without you?

I crumbled back into oblivion
How did I ever fall so far away?
So far away from you

I’m tripping through thе maze in my mind
I can’t stop the cycle
My own reflection in the mirror is mocking me
I can’t remember the last time I anchored my feet
So close my eyes and turn me over to the concrete
Satisfy the demon that fuels my defeat, fueling deceit

The empty shell of a barely beating heart
The subtle sound of solemn whisper
This single motion is a notion of a memory
The crushing weight behind your voice

It still bleeds, I’m not reaching
Can’t escape this feeling of constant pressure

So what do I have left? (To take back with me?)
What do I owe and how will I know if the stars
Still align without you?

I crumbled back into oblivion
How did I ever fall so far away?
So far away from you

Over and over again I try to tell myself that I’m fine
That I’m prepared to lose a part of me outside what’s mine
I can’t take it back and now it’s all in the past
I’ll find the rest I’m longing for, so turn me over to the concrete
Relieve me of this tension, fuck another lonely story