Mothlite – Milk Lyrics

Two hearts
Beating Inside
The sickness of suicide

And the blood spills
And the milk’s red
Some folded clothes in a space

Light streams falling
But that’s too long to wait
Life’s dreams falling
But that’s too long to wait

An animal
A murmur
A teardrop
Another

The last photograph I have of you

And the blood spills
And the milk’s red