Wounded Skies
Music: Lyndon Heart
Lyrics: Salome Strangelove
She writes love letters on my back
Composed by fingertip
In the dreamy mists of morning
I’m tattooed with “I-heart-u”‘s
Coffee flavored traffic jams
And Monti Cristos brought by courier
Just time passing until
I breathe her in again
My girl smells of violets
And tastes like cinnamon
We are carved on ancient walls
In long forgotten languages
My soul seeks her out
Wherever she may hide
Between dimensions
Across the great divides
There is shelter
In the music of her eyes
The world remembers us
Beneath its wounded skies
Oceans, mountains and miles
I have ever known her
And I will always know her
Despite the rain, despite the thunder
These modern places
Built on the bones of yesterday
Are just false fronts
To hide the inner spaces
My girl smells like violets
And tastes like cinnamon
We are carved on ancient walls
In long forgotten languages
My soul seeks her out
Wherever she may hide
Between dimensions
Across the great divides
There is shelter
In the music of her eyes
The world remembers us
Beneath its wounded skies
I have known you
I will always know you
You smell like violets
You always smell like violets
We are carved on ancient walls
In long forgotten languages
My soul seeks you out
Wherever you may hide
Between dimensions
Across the great divides
There is shelter
In the music
Let’s make the world remember us
Beneath these wounded skies