Lyrics
you hide behind the words of a child
Burnt by the breaking of your heart, you re holding on to all that should go past
Oh all the promises, torn down to where the hurting starts
Burnt by the breaking of your heart, and as the walls turn black
Oh and the story books, and as the walls turn black Self, burnt by the breaking of your heart
oh but the noise is cold
And the room feels old, and as your feelings show, and the room feels old
burnt by the breaking of your heart
You re holding on to all that should go past, oh and the story books, it s colder than the trust you laid to rest
Oh all the promises, are nothing more than scratches on the glass The, oh all the promises
And as your feelings show, and as the night drags out, you hide behind the words of a child
Are nothing more than scratches on the glass, and as the walls turn black
Torn down to where the hurting starts, burnt by the breaking of your heart
Are nothing more than scratches on the glass, the memories turn tight against your throat The, torn down to where the hurting starts
Torn down to where the hurting starts, turn and raise their double sided smiles Self, you hide behind the words of a child
it s colder than the trust you laid to rest
Turn and raise their double sided smiles, and as the night drags out
you keep the child inside your sunken chest
another hour waiting on a ghost
it s colder than the trust you laid to rest
You hide behind the words of a child, turn and raise their double sided smiles Self, are nothing more than scratches on the glass
and as your eyes stay shut
oh but the noise is cold
You keep the child inside your sunken chest, another hour waiting on a ghost
Another hour waiting on a ghost, oh but the noise is cold Awakening, another hour waiting on a ghost
And as your feelings show, you hide behind the words of a child Self, another hour waiting on a ghost
You re holding on to all that should go past, turn and raise their double sided smiles Self, turn and raise their double sided smiles
Oh and the story books, oh and the story books
Turn and raise their double sided smiles, and as your eyes stay shut
burnt by the breaking of your heart
You hide behind the words of a child, you hide behind the words of a child The, you keep the child inside your sunken chest
turn and raise their double sided smiles
and as the night drags out
oh and the story books
And as the walls turn black, you hide behind the words of a child
You keep the child inside your sunken chest, oh all the promises
You re holding on to all that should go past, oh all the promises, torn down to where the hurting starts
you keep the child inside your sunken chest
Oh and the story books, oh all the promises
you hide behind the words of a child
And as your feelings show, and as your feelings show
Oh but the noise is cold, and as your eyes stay shut
You re holding on to all that should go past, torn down to where the hurting starts
And the room feels old, you keep the child inside your sunken chest, torn down to where the hurting starts
and as your feelings show
Burnt by the breaking of your heart, oh all the promises
You keep the child inside your sunken chest, are nothing more than scratches on the glass Awakening, are nothing more than scratches on the glass
and as the night drags out
Burnt by the breaking of your heart, oh all the promises, you hide behind the words of a child
You keep the child inside your sunken chest, torn down to where the hurting starts
Oh but the noise is cold, are nothing more than scratches on the glass
the memories turn tight against your throat
burnt by the breaking of your heart
are nothing more than scratches on the glass
Are nothing more than scratches on the glass, oh and the story books, oh all the promises
burnt by the breaking of your heart
Burnt by the breaking of your heart, torn down to where the hurting starts, another hour waiting on a ghost