The Leavers Dance

The Leavers Dance -The Veils

Written by ：Finn Andrews

Berenice

My hands and my feet are worn

As much as yours are

And though my head my hands my heart are forming

They still feel worlds apart

Berenice

Beneath it all you're golden

And that's all I'm feeding on

And though my head my hands are growing colder

We move in circles now

Berenice there's no release at all

That's not worth dying for

Berenice

My hands and my feet are worn

As much as yours are

Berenice there's no release at all

That's not worth dying for

And it's not for our desires

But our design that we all fall apart

Berenice there's no release at all

It's worthless crying for

And though my reason oh my reason are

'Cause we all fall down