Braeves - Iron Hands Lyrics

Braeves – Iron Hands Lyrics

Iron hands move slow
Soft as metal, I’m alive but I’m barely hanging on
If my skin should rust from the rain and sun
I’ll shed my layers till their gold

Days grow fast, and distance has a cost
Lakes of glass, Drifting by Design

Iron legs drag on
You’re supplement of faded charms, won’t hold out for very long
Heavy lungs breathe slow
Voice corroded from the flood of the beast that you’ve become

Days grow fast, and distance has a cost
Lakes of glass, Drifting by Design