And I will see you, at the top of the world, out on the edge.
Above the shadows we misread, and the steps that brought us here, when it all seemed so clear.
But I’m not looking back, again.
I am tired of waiting for something more, to fall from the sky and bury the lie that we know where we are,
It’s at the center of everything.
Are you colder than the rain, you promised we would be.
When the dark devoured the stars and chilled the air in the breath as you said to me.
That I don’t miss belief, when I’m gone you can take what you want, just let me scream.
We were already broken, so why are we falling.
There’s a boy in the corner and he’s staring at me, a violent hostage in the grip of a dream.
Where your body is breaking but they are still burying me.
Don’t let me be.
I am tired of waiting, for something more.
I dragged my footsteps back to your front door.
It was laced with a sense of dread,
To keep me outside my head.
It was colder than the day, you promised we would be.
Far from being strangers, far from how it seems.
But I don’t miss belief, when I’m gone you can take what you want, just let me scream.
We were already broken, so why are we falling.
There’s a boy in the corner and he’s staring at me, a violent hostage in the grip of a dream.
Where your body is breaking, but they are still burying me.
Don’t let me be.
And it’s in this hell, that we lost ourselves,
From the control that kept us satisfied.
And it’s in this hell, that we lost ourselves,
In the melody that kept you alive.
But when we wake up this time.
And we’re forced into line.
I swear we’ll be, the melody that held the frontline of the oncoming defeat.
And you can look me in the eye.
I said that I don’t miss belief.
I just miss the sound of the melody,
Where we will be lost on the front line of the oncoming defeat.
And we will think of better times.
Like the darkest stars, and the longest days.
A forest of eyes and splinters of rain.
I dream of you and the promise made.
That we will keep ourselves awake.
When they came for us, and we come undone.
And we will see beyond the walls that us clean.
I hope they bury me between your lungs.
credits
from Here's To Hoping,
track released November 13, 2015
Will Turner
Robert Burns
Josh Peters
George Turner
Mixed and Produced by James Hill at Steel City Studios, Sheffield
Mastered by Pete Maher
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