歌词
I knew you'd save a place for youth
What could compare?
Fall on the pace of where you stay
Too low to care
Wake on a cold day to find
The strides of our silence have grown
I held the panes too close to see
They're fracturing
What curse of plot could seal you in
A past so far?
Wake on a cold day to find
The strides of our silence have grown
Written by: Matthew Heck, Ricardo Tejeda, Timothy Heck
