Stuck in a state of confession for you Left a lantern in my window So, you'd know the path to me Is it a soft devotion to tragedy? or a dull temptation And I can't call your number With my broken phone I stitched up all my sorrows Stings through my mind and bruises through my mind and bruises Cause pain and you just keep on knocking through my mind and bruises Stuck in a state of confession for you Left a lantern in my window So, you'd know the path to me Is it a soft devotion to tragedy? or a dull temptation She's been tracing weird broken patterns with him
