The Grief Of

The silence is saying That you're gonna wait no more Found me flightless, faking Sleep walking through the door You pretend I'm playing When I say I can't move Bound and blind eyed, breaking Beneath the going through Maybe we can pass time Or go back to the past times Or maybe it's the last time The grief of What you lost Lifts up its mirror to you Deepest press Pressed down through your bed I'm chained to chasing You paint hues in indigo Been pushed and pulled but pressed inside of Heaven's weapon, grief that glows Do you want to pass time? Somehow make it go fast this time? So then you'll never have to feel it Or maybe it's the last time The grief of What you lost lifts up its mirror to you Deepest press Pressed down through your bed The grief of What you lost lifts up its mirror to you Deepest press Pressed down through your bed Is that all it was? And it's all enough The silence is saying That you're gonna wait no more Found me flightless, faking Sleep walking through the door