The Veils - The leavers dance

Berenice
My hands and 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 in circles now
Berenice there's no release at all
That's not worth dying for
Berenice
My hands and 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
That's worth all this crying for
Berenice
There's no release at all
'cause we all fall down