Omit

Can you let the world slide?

Did you feel the end?

Last words, an Irish goodbye

We never spoke the truth

Chasing

A verse to shape the world

Nothing

Could ever feel as good as when you pretend

Nether roads always behind

What follows you to the woods?

Times I knew could never leave

Surely went with you

To stay

Is there something I could have said?

To stay

Is there something I could have said?

Chasing

A verse to shape the world

Nothing

Could ever feel as good as when you pretend