Fosca (Or My Tarchetti Muse)

Lyrics to a new song I'm working on and thought I'd share with all of you everyones.


Fosca (or My Tarchetti Muse)

Light, In the eyes makes more sense To think of them in the present tense. Second hand emotions Still taking up time. Shaking of the head and pinching of thighs. Don't think. Don't dwell on how they mesmerize.

One thousand watts to a lightbulb heart so used to being dark. Potential of shattering What does it matter when giving all the got? Years of not seeing the one always believing in everything they are?

A shard. They're a spike in the heart.