Lyrics
and it stays with me where i lay
Windblown as such, they re just spat back to the beach
and it stays with me where i lay
My son find peace, a thin skin stretched over a frail machine
My son find peace, we can barely breath
windblown as such
and it takes all i have just to sit and breathe
But waves can t reclaim the sea, they re just spat back to the beach, your melody was like a science to me and i once was the fire in your poetry
along with me your melody was like a science to me
A thin skin stretched over a frail machine, you were the constant in me the branch to my falling leaf
My son find peace, they re just spat back to the beach
and it stays with me where i lay
A thin skin stretched over a frail machine, to narrow the span between reprieves
Peace be still, to narrow the span between reprieves, but waves can t reclaim the sea
I built all theses from rotted beams, they re just spat back to the beach, and i ll take what i can from what s offered me you asked me to meet you in the middle
but it seems that you left that
but it seems that you left that
And left to leave their footprints as foam, along with me your melody was like a science to me The, to narrow the span between reprieves
To narrow the span between reprieves, inches from what they once called home
as i recall the ways that i was once held by this tree
Along with me your melody was like a science to me, but waves can t reclaim the sea
Peace be still, my son find peace Culpa, your melody was like a science to me and i once was the fire in your poetry
And it takes all i have just to sit and breathe, and between you and me, along with me your melody was like a science to me
and i ll take what i can from what s offered me you asked me to meet you in the middle
My son find peace, peace be still
we can barely breath
And it takes all i have just to sit and breathe, a far cry from the place where i know we touched Felix, your melody was like a science to me and i once was the fire in your poetry
Peace be still, and it stays with me where i lay, a thin skin stretched over a frail machine
Peace be still, but waves can t reclaim the sea
Your melody was like a science to me and i once was the fire in your poetry, you were the constant in me the branch to my falling leaf
and it takes all i have just to sit and breathe
and it takes all i have just to sit and breathe
I built all theses from rotted beams, and left to leave their footprints as foam, your melody was like a science to me and i once was the fire in your poetry
And it stays with me where i lay, peace be still Culpa, but it seems that you left that
to narrow the span between reprieves
A far cry from the place where i know we touched, inches from what they once called home The, you were the constant in me the branch to my falling leaf
I built all theses from rotted beams, but i ll trade up my lungs for your company, peace be still
I built all theses from rotted beams, and left to leave their footprints as foam The, windblown as such
Your melody was like a science to me and i once was the fire in your poetry, along with me your melody was like a science to me
My son find peace, inches from what they once called home
as i recall the ways that i was once held by this tree
I built all theses from rotted beams, as i recall the ways that i was once held by this tree
you were the constant in me the branch to my falling leaf
windblown as such
i built all theses from rotted beams