We Burn, We Start Over
Ashes To This Soil That We Fertilise
We Grow Up To Form Grace
From Rehearsals From A Play
With This Match
I'll Set Myself On Fire The Same Way
Every Day's Routine, LIke A Drug To Me
Can I Possibly Turn Around Now?
This Is The Fallacy I've Been Raised On
If I Pray To God Will I Right My Wrongs?
Cuz It Seems I'm Left Here
With These Empty Palms
Nevertheless I Die The Same Way
I Can't Pretend Like It Was Ever
Good Enough For Me
These Flames Bring Pain
They Don't Get Easier To Bare
Or Take With Each Day
I Only Gain More Suffering
And Devastated Dreams
There Are No Angles Here To Save Me
If I Believe In Your Will You Grow Wings
And Help Me Fly Away?
Your Eyes, Why Can't I Look Away?
I Put My Faith In Your Eyes
And The Faith Dies