This Accident Lyrics - Singles - Percy Shaw

It's not physical my minds mayhem. It's so subtle. 

Lines and colors. Textures. Nothing beats this fear. 

Poetry becomes one line on lies and smiles. 

I don't want to be in that place. A finished work of art. Smooth, Polished in a cold stand. I'd rather be a paper cut. 

I've written away from lines to be free in a black screen. 

Sheared. Alive. I Breathe. Bleed. Bled. Woke. 

Nothing to say. Your cheeks turning white. New hope. 

You're dressed in white on an operating table. 

I drove you to the hospital.