| You say you need a friend, but I came at a dead end
|
| It’s unwinding now, where I won’t walk again
|
| I won’t walk again
|
| This I still mention, our friends fall into the sea
|
| This I still mention, get used to your eyes only
|
| This I still mention, blow out to spray your softer feet
|
| As your auction says
|
| Off this fight on to a dream, fiction for reality
|
| Let’s shout it out in pictures
|
| You’re losing grip on everything, everything
|
| This I still mention, our friends fall into the sea
|
| This I still mention, traitors to your eyes
|
| I’ll lay
|
| Still see your quire connection between the past and present
|
| Still see a quire connection
|
| Between the person you wanted the best tonight to your scare
|
| Still see a quire connection between your past and present
|
| Still see a quire connection
|
| Between the person you wanted the best tonight to your scare
|
| As your own ship sinks |