歌词
Innocent
Good night
Always drifting out of time
Your descent
Unwinds
For the long goodbye
Why despise the sense of leaving
We might just push right through the ceiling
When you packed your bags
Doubt in every folded line
Well remember me
When you set the world alight
Why despise the sense of leaving
We might just push right through the ceiling
Should I disguise it in my regret
The night leaves holes for believing
Written by: David Luke Skimming
