Sometime in the night I
Will be singing to you
Until there are no words left
Until you understand what you are worth
Some people continue
Others rest forever
In our memory eternally
Like a photograph that never yellows
Cus the fog is getting tight
White flowers in moonlight
Telling us forgotten stories
The raindrops in the air
Rings bells towards dispear
Absentness throughout my body
But we will find a way
To live in broken rubble
Tape those broken pieces everytime
Only the dead stay seventeen forever
No way to deny the facts
As persistent as the winter blizzard
Now we all must cleanse our
Humble superstitions
Inabilty to confont the void
Don't patch up the wounds with mindless lies
Cus the fog is getting tight
White flowers in moonlight
Telling us forgotten stories
The raindrops in the air
Rings bells towards dispear
Absentness throughout my body
No way to be free of the past
But the past is who we are
Like memories afar
No way to be free from death
But death is not the end
But the beginning
But we will find a way
To live in broken rubble
Tape those broken pieces everytime
Sometime in the night I
Will be singing to you
Until there are no words left
Until you understand what you are worth
Until you understand what you mean
Until you understand what you are worth
