Annika Bentley - Gloria Wrist

Heavybound like heaven trucks through the night to bring you sky
Don't leave your wings on the table, you need them to leave this behind
The cyclops holds my views didactic and ships me off to learn the nature of my crime
Gentle one, don't lose those hands
I sleep now knowing of them
The light beneath your skin is paler than truth and just as blue
I will ask every star, what's summer worth?
Every time, it dies
Gloria, gloria

Written by:
Annika Bentley

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