Faces In The Fog ft. Olivia Cox

Your main intention was not mistake You choke the room with smoke and whiskey taste Romantic views of past now cancerous intake Your main intention was not mistake And I'm sure there you saw Many faces in the fog So high up, wrapt in her arms but You are bare, you are disarmed Your main intention was not mistake The coercion coming closer; the frozen grasp, the gasp As fingers twine in shirt. Caelum cavea ardens est But she doesn't mention them Nor the swirling thoughts of her duress You've pulled yourself into this mess The branches, their cold subtlety Covered in frost Their cold subtlety Their frigid adultery