there is no heart for the leftover
There is no beat to the crowd
where faith is dead and love has drowned
trees are mighty and all that you are not
knife fights with thick blood sleep tight tonight
I will shine above
I will run for my twenty years
I will die unjudging love
There is no beat to the crowd
where faith is dead and love has drowned
trees are mighty and all that you are not
knife fights with thick blood sleep tight tonight
I will shine above
I will run for my twenty years
I will die unjudging love