Testo Cracks in Our Hands - Lostboycrow

Cracks in Our Hands

Home is the backseat of your Honda-HRV
Heaven is wasted when you’re so busy waiting for it
Anything can happen
And it feels like everything has
It’s still everlasting
When it’s slipping through the cracks in our hands
I pretend to sleep
Like a child clinging to a dream
Bury me in sand
Cover me in all your fresh laundry
Anything can happen
And it feels like everything has
It’s still everlasting
When it’s slipping through the cracks in our hands
Like ships in the night
Waiting for sunlight to break through the sound
Words that you found
I’m singing like it’s the last time goodbye
Ships in the night
Waiting for sunlight to break through the sound
Words that you found
I’m singing like it’s the last time goodbye
Anything can happen
And it feels like everything has
It’s still everlasting
When it’s slipping through the cracks in our hands