(Instrumental)
From these broken arms you know, you know, us.Counting all your tears we know, this time. And we cross this barren moor as far as the edge.We fell asleep
dive within.Could we plunge any deeper?The wolves spread out, go to the houses on New Year?s eve. Tidy up the closets and make the beds and hide every
of view suddenly changed.This time I was more sure that I would be able to hold on, hold onto it.We repeatedly left the same places with more lung capacity,and
