The Leavers Dance
FINN ANDREWS
Berenice
My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
And though my head my hands my heart are forming
They still feel worlds apart
Berenice
Beneath it all you're golden
And that's all I'm feeding on
And though my head my hands are growing colder
We move circles now
Berenice there's no release at all
That's not worth dying for
Berenice
My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
Berenice there's no release at all
That's not worth dying for
And it's not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart
Berenice there's no release at all
It's worthless crying for
And though my 'cause we all fall down