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Lyrics: After The Sirens. Arietta.

She keeps looking up and says,
"The sky is assembling an army."
I hold her closer and push her hair out of her face.
"There's nothing to fear unless
they start shooting."
And I remember why this cold was worth your kisses.

"Don't you think it's a pretty night to watch your own breath?"
So I open my mouth and blow into the frost
to let out all the ghosts