the halls. But it's alright, yeah it's ok, you dug your grave but you wont get me to lay. You brought your storms to shore in civil war, and the hours
my hands serves to help me make amends with myself. I don't think about you anymore. You cannot be the tide to me, you no longer navigate these shores
from the halls. But it's alright, yeah it's ok, you dug your grave but you wont get me to lay. You brought your storms to shore in civil war, and the
How hope keeps us afloat. I've walked these streets. It's time to shake myself from being asleep. But I can't find a way to see this out. Is this the
eyes glow all locked up in your hold. And I can smell low tide coming up from the harbor, and I can see the faint lights that haunt Long Island's shore
I woke up again at the lost and found. My bones were still shaking from letting you down. But that voice, so clear through the static sound, those eyes
