Milk - Ovlov

Falling back into his hand

All the walls i had around my face fell in place

It’s no reason to come back

Had to walk or wait around for you feeling blue

Harder to forget the past

Call a meal to have before the fast and make it last

See it in your drunken smile

I can feel it hanging by a thread with me, you said

Make it right with no ice

Sift for shine

Milk or wine for mine?

You could hollow out your head

Save the part that keeps your beating heart;

little art

Drag it down and show the town

Make them feel as if they had a way through the day

See the world become a mess

Dark around the edges of the bed and it fills your head

Sleep and dream of evil ways

Waste away;

you’re heading for the hills and your theory kills

Before I missed you try

Fit for my history shrine

For I sift;

shine