Текст песни I Dread The Time When Your Mouth Begins To Call Me Hunter

I must confess that nothings changed for now.
While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way,
into our beds while we sleep.
Can't you see that there's an ocean that drawn a line,
between our bodies and our minds, we look for ghost,Fairweather - I Dread The Time When Your Mouth Begins To Call Me Hunter - http://ru.motolyrics.com/fairweather/i-dread-the-time-when-your-mouth-begins-to-call-me-hunter-lyrics.html
and that's what we find.
Will we bury who we loved or is the ground,
to cold to break?

Well we slept our way through knowing what to do.