| I awoke to the sound of alarms
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| Delicate and caving in Drenched in my own
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| This faith is coming with me Days go by weary as we sleep
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| April has become the numbing heart I own
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| I’d bleed for this again and again and again
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| How I need for this candle to burn forever
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| Forever burn
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| Years go by and it’s what I’ve learned
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| That no one’s getting out alive
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| No one’s getting out
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| To gather this romance
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| To hide from this wind, to love understatement
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| To hollow out the end
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| Days go by weary as we sleep
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| All the mercy I’ve begged at shames steps
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| I look for peace in this for peace in all of this
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| And how I need for this candle to burn forever
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| Forever burn
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| Years go by and it’s what I’ve learned
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| That no one’s getting out alive
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| No one’s getting out
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| And this chance to live is grown in
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| I’m not the walking dead and I’ll
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| I’ll never, never be Strayed from distance
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| Time sets forward the dark
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| A fine light to one’s true self
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| In a den with believers my position in decent
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| The name familiar at the heart of it all
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| At the heart of it all
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| White noise comes with voice
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| I risk the promise of giving up then giving in Years go by and it’s what I’ve learned
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| That no one’s getting out alive
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| No one’s getting out
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| And this chance to live is grown in
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| I’m not the walking dead and I’ll
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| I’ll never, never be |