Текст песни I Dread The Time When Your Mouth Begins To…

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… - http://ru.motolyrics.com/fairweather/i-dread-the-time-when-your-mouth-begins-to-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.