Lyrics

Final minutes falling to the ground Finding heaven hiding in my house Quite a bit of solace in the sound Every silver lining speaks so loud Finding limits floating in the crowd Diving in and sinking further down Waiting for the dawn to come around Every little problem comes unwound
Writer(s): Victor Pakpour, Wyatt Ininns Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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