To fade away
Less is more
Facing the way
Is it a war?
A game that's more and more interest in my eyes
Next to rot, things are hatching even if they're dry
To fade away
Less is more
Facing the way
Is it a war?
To regulate
The pumping blood
Someday trees will fall through these thick clouds
Someday shadows crawl and swallow up the sun
I try to grow
I try to flow
I try to grow
No matter what I say
To fade away
Less is more
Facing the way
Is it a war? (Is it, is it?)
(Is it, is it?)
