Walk us through
All the remnants of the aftermath
The stakes where
keep me, don't let me go
when i'm losing my head
if
Drinking with strangers
For the last time
And you fell asleep
With the
Could you grow a new heart?
And could you run the
Fill your pockets full of river stones
For us, deep beneath
When the prisoner died
Lord, we knew we had failed
The black
This is where my ship has run aground
Stuck in the
you picked me up, dried me off
you were hopelessly devoted
pretty thing, i've got you
right where i used to be
we
Station grey
Are you still waiting
For the children
To tumble away
Walk us
When nobody listens to you
Does your heart remain
With the unsettled
Oh, the open halls of the soul
I wouldn't be surprised
If
Tell the winter hunter
I knew, I knew
Nothing of you then
And
At the reservoir, following
A narrow path of light
What keeps us
How am I to believe
I've lost myself in you
Afraid to
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