Slow down. Your words will weigh heavy.
Use well your tried and tired tongue.
So long to the distant buried.
Again we find our paths collide.
All alone, desperately clinging with your back against the wall.
Don't you start harboring a selfish, bitter-ended view of what we are.
Don't let go, we lose control; we lose what makes us all our own.
Don't let go, we lose control; we lose what makes us all our own.
Every single day, with a fragile heart I tend to sway.
Erase the sympathy along the way.
Blinded by uncertainty. The red of my eyes will speak through me.
I will try to pry open the gates, the gates of your heart
Then we'll find what makes us more than matter.
All along we lose control we lose what makes us all our own. Will we anchor here each day or get lost along the way?