Dementa, Blackmusica, Blackmusica Falling Through

I kept your name in the dark
On the edge of my tongue
Cold salt on my mouth
When the lights went numb

I saw your shape in the glass
Then it slipped out of frame
Now the room holds your echo
But it won't say my name

Pull me under slow
Let the hurt come clean
I am still that girl
In the seam between

Fall through, fall through
I keep falling through
Fall through, fall through
To the shape of you

Fall through, fall through
Say it like a bruise
Fall through, fall through
I still move to you (to you)

Your coat on the chair
Like a ghost in the air
I touch the empty seam
And it's already there

No answer in the hall
Just the hum of the night
I wear my silence thin
Like a silver line


Pull me under slow
Let the hurt come clean
I am still that girl
In the seam between

Fall through, fall through
I keep falling through
Fall through, fall through
To the shape of you

Fall through, fall through
Say it like a bruise
Fall through, fall through
I still move to you (to you)

If I close my eyes
I can almost stay
But the floor turns soft
And I drift away

Hold me in the break
Hold me for one beat
Then I slip again
Right under me


Fall through, fall through
I keep falling through
Fall through, fall through
To the shape of you