feat of tired dreams. Gravity holds us to a stand still. Look for the better signs; we're all in pursuit of this time. It's all laid out right in front
reciting this with an imminent gaze, and now I don't know if you've got it in you but, life will be the fucking death of me. This is all just a repetition
this is all just a feeble attempt at the sound. Oh, haven't you heard that it's all just a matter of time? Have I lost all faith in my mind? No I told
This time, we'll reach for the sky. Our lives will be our safe place where every instant of love will be with me, forever with me. Every memory ends
to be, get the walls. We can not look back, but think about. They can't stop us now, from our thoughts and our dreams with the visions of liberty. For all
