Lyrics

Finest Hour

Finest Hour Lyrics

The scent of night on your fingertips 
Touch of velvet on your rose petal lips 
Scream of light my senses afray 
The music spoke what our words could not say
 
Don't break, in the finest hour 
Don't break, in the finest hour
 
A darklit drive on the plains of awry 
Smooth and fruit from a sane god's eye 
Secret longing passion, passing as we bathe 
In the rule of silent wanderlust haze
  
Don't break, in the finest hour 
Don't break, in the finest hour
 
Den of midnight, blood on the wire  
We watch as sadness, fuels the moral pyre 
The sea of gloom, wades out of the room 
Dining on hope, we both licked the spoon
  
Don't break, in the finest hour Don't break, in the finest hour

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