baby_this_heart_of_gold_has_been_drowning_me raze the twin coast is only a breath away and is ending the season with a stark echoing thought. we work like a dangerous, aimless neck wood. there are prying fingers that separate you from us. that's mostly selfless. i was just out there freezing, and i thought to myself: distance cannot be defeated. we get so wrapped up in the telling, there's no way of knowing who's been told what our hearts hold. it doesn't really matter what you tell me — i'll always be gold swarming with smiles that curdle at the slightest touch. 251203 what's it to you? who go blather from