Pace yourself and take things slow. Nothing here can change us now. Rain may fall and shadows grow but time has stalled the world somehow.
The moon is on the rise. I'm frozen in your eyes. The room is wrapped in dust and silence, keeping out the night. Keeping out the night. Keeping out the night.
The gate may rust and the tide may turn and friends may go their separate ways. Father's trust their child to learn how to spend their dyin' day. Dyin' day. Dyin' day. Dyin' day.
I'm taken by your hand Like the stones set in the sand. The room is charged with ghosts of voices meeting our demands. Meeting our demands. Meeting our demands.
Well the sky may crack and the world may tumble. The streets may see your endless gaze. Time keeps track when cities, when cities crumble. But I was born to call your name. Call your name I said call your name I call your name Call your, call your name Call your name
The gnawing of the dark, gnawing of, gnawing of the dark. The echoes, echoes of a dream. Dream. Now the room is folding in your arms, a sight I've never seen. A sight I've never seen. Never seen Never seen Never, ever Never seen
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Pace yourself and take things slow nothing here can change.
Nothing here can change.
Compositor: George Marcus Foster (Marcus Foster) ECAD: Obra #14177285