Black Matter by Thus Owls Lyrics

We've got it all in the hunches
We''ve got it all in the spaces

It melts away
Away and apart
The black matter around a woman's heart
It's a seasonal pain

A death to mourn
A sickness to cure
A wrangle to solve, a virus to devour
For others to come

Our longings got lost
In a change of heart
His eyes lie green under the question
When will you come back to me?

A strangers face
With a mute embrace
A bloodless voice
To weak to heal the pain
When will you come back to me?
We've got it all if we want to
We've got it all when we care to
Will we nurse it?
Will we stand and last for all of it?

We've got it all in the space between
We've got it all in the love we feel
Will we nurse it?
Will we stand and last for all of it?