The Veils - The leavers dance

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 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 us crying for

I don't mind leaving,
don't mind leaving now
'cause we all fall down