Bianca Black
1 min readSep 20, 2018

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Lyrics

There’s a sigh in your eyes and my smile’s coming worn

I can’t tell if the light in the window is dawn

And we’ve spoken of cocktails and being reborn

I forget to count the time

The curve of your lashes is calling me in

And i know that the ice that im tracing is thin

You are cocking your head and collecting my whims

To languish in your eyes

And we lean on the steps by the neon and cabs

And you tell me a tale about you and your dad

And your smile is as soft as the haze of the stands

And you put your hand in mine

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Bianca Black

The thoughts of a loveress of language and arts professional. Melbourne -> Byron Bay -> Adelaide, Australia.