All Points (Acoustic)

In decay that I was started young

In devotion in the valley run

It was hoped that time would disappear

In the smoke and when the valley cleared

And I think about the cold air

I been thinking about cold air

I was, in the dark, I was in the dark, I was

I was, in the dark, I was in the dark, I was

It remains an iridescent thing

Fixed at points and stretched around the skin

Every breath that echoes it's relief

Every point to ever let it leave

Still I'm thinking of the cold air

Always thinking of the cold air

I was, in the dark, I was in the dark, I was

I was, in the dark, I was in the dark, I was

Trip in the car, distances used

Lifted it up, kept it with us

Click into motion, never been hurt

Sitting in a fortress down in the dirt

Splitting into fullness I pick it up

And I think about the cold air

Always thinking about cold air

I was, in the dark, I was in the dark, I was