Lyrics Overstayed - Kyla
We
stretched
our
skins
over
the
rims;
Oh,
how
we
beat
ourselves
to
death.
The
sound
decays,
spread
too
thin
to
resonate.
If
we
don't
fold
the
wrinkles
show
Each
trepid
movement,
an
intrusion
onto
sacred
soil,
Now
vacant
from
a
welcome
overstayed.
Our
refuge
fades
away.
Burned
out
in
verse,
Does
it
still
carry
worth?
How
long
can
it
last
when
each
note
hurts?
These
hands
still
play
but
Who
knew
that
would
shake
this
way?
Will
these
tired
strings
still
sing
if
we
asked?
And
what
would
they
say?
Would
they
convey
fears
of
echoes
in
distant
halls,
Where
"forever"
and
"together"
Have
a
meaning
all
their
own?
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