Somewhere between the frozen layers,
Waiting for her husband to remove the shards of glass.
Sleeps a fragile woman. The sun betrays the light that it once shed. And daughter cuts the hair.
Tangled in a silver brush.
Spitting at a broken mirror.
I feel the movement of ghosts in the room.
She keeps a photograph locked in her mouth. The smell of turpentine drips from the walls.
Forgive and forget.
You're not alone.
Relive and regret.
The ice will someday thaw and she will wait no more. You're not alone.
I've seen the dead arise.
Somewhere between the frozen layers,
I've seen the dead arise.
The ice will someday thaw and she will wait no more.
The sun betrays the light that it once shed.
Sleeps a fragile woman.
Waiting for her husband to remove the shards of glass. And daughter cuts the hair.
Tangled in a silver brush. I feel the movement of ghosts in the room.
Spitting at a broken mirror. She keeps a photograph locked in her mouth.
Forgive and forget.
The smell of turpentine drips from the walls.
Relive and regret.
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