Soon, we'll find
A mothering wall to rest our backs on
A gathering storm to set our sights on
Turn our cheek to a stolen ground
Watch it waste, watch it spiral down
So you sit, eyes are wide awake
Sleep it rests out of reach again
Parallel lines
Closing in
Paralysed I
Fall too soon
Soon, we'll find
A mothering wall to rest our backs on
A gathering storm to set our sights on
Slip away the dark will hide you
In between a fading silhouette
Paper thin, these walls are caving in
Winter waits to reel us in again
Parallel lines
Closing in
Paralysed I
Fall too soon
