The Way of Flesh
knola Lyrics


With a phone call the sun goes out, and everyone moves at once— a procession of sorrow marching in time to the delicate rhythm of a world without light. The weight of it bears down on her, and I watch. And I watch.


Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: JACK SENFF

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