: My mouth has shut not to open up, I've kept my back to them. Those things they say blew my ears away, I've stopped listening. It's something new
: (Instrumental)
: Crawling around me... Sleepless eyes... Your hands, they haunt me... finger tipping down my spine. Heaven forbid, well aware of your sins. In the
: You play my nerves like strings, all upside down. Try to keep straight... my limbs are bonding now. Since a few aprils ago, endless chase to send
: Here the seasons don't exist a summer held in hand. Rest while locks melt from our door again. Still I know we speak to not forget... We were all
: Now that you know... You never said a word with tangled hands dry, and I see through rose-colored eyes. Tell me I?m the only chance constantly hanging
: The tides will rise, the time will call Wish I never saw it fall Who we are, and what we've done It hasn't shown Don't tell me that this is just a
: Falling... oh, the warmth it bought to us. it put an end to what we thought couldn't stop. we're bound to wake up. (who we are and what we've done,
: They're letting their eyes cross... because they don't know, they don't know what we know... that these lights are only here to lead us in the wrong
: since that clocks first tick a dark hue and fear driven lives its only real till it ends as the stars fall, on our heads call the wind the theif for
: Abandon me! I was never one to hold out well under pressure. I was lost. I hope you can find me. I've got to find myself before I can move on this
: Falling... oh, the warmth it brought to us. It put an end to what we thought couldn't stop. We're bound to wake up. Granted we take, the things we
: Dare I ask you this? Where do you stand as a come and go acquaintance? I've been pondering around this bond for sometime now. Where have you been hiding
: Cross these words right off the sheet So you?ve become A father of both When did prosthesis take over? I only wish we could recover Recover what
: The oh-so-familiar episode of induction of what he thinks is right - How could this be proper? She could be the one to make this story meet its end
: Since that clocks first tick, a dark hue and fear driven... It's only real till it ends... As the stars fall on our hands... call the wind the thief
The tides will rise, the time will call Wish I never saw it fall Who we are, and what we've done It hasn't shown Don't tell me that this is just a reason
since that clocks first tick a dark hue and fear driven lives its only real till it ends as the stars fall, on our heads call the wind the theif for
