[Verse] If I had to sum you up in a couple of words, I would not be able to Where the feelings stem is far beyond dialect, its somewhat beautiful Far too many thoughts clashing til there is not one, every time I act surprised With my eyes is not the only way Im seeing you, cut them out and I would still have you in my view [Chorus] You are etched into my skull til the vultures come And gather up my bones and fly south for the winter You are etched into my soul til the vultures come And gather up my bones and fly south for the winter
etched, vulture, gather, til, winter