Wrsitcutters (slowed + verbed)

I've heard of a special place for those who have a fall from grace
They tell me that it's encased in outer space
I've heard that along the way there's laughs but sadness without end
Oooh-ooh-ooh

I think we're getting somewhere when we cut or kiss
And I hope we make it someday to drink the wine from our flowing wrists

I've heard of a place to go when the world it seems is replaced with snow (Oooohh)
Seeds are hard to sow and what we reap we already know (Oooh)
I'm taking burning chords and melting through to caves

I think we're getting somewhere when we cut or kiss
And I hope we make it someday to drink the wine from our flowing wrists
Feels like I'd get somewhere if I slit my thooooooo

OOOOh no
There's so much left for me... and you
There's so much left for me we can leave our legacies

I think we're getting somewhere when we cut or kiss
And I hope we make it someday to drink the wine from our flowing wrists

I've heard of a real place that's been placed within the human race
I havn't seen it but I know I'd like that taste
But I know I'd like the taste
Ooooohhhh