Kategorie : Rock
Sometimes the only payoff for having any faith
Is when it’s tested again and again everyday
I’m still comparing your past to my future
It might be over, but they’re not sutures
I am the sand, bottom half of the hourglass. (glass, glass)
I’ll try to picture me without you but I can’t
'Cause we could be immortals, immortals
Just not for long, for long