Empty handed
Hanging on to broken cliffs
With nowhere to go
"Lose your grip"
Swept away by the ocean waves
To places i cannot tell
And of course it hurts
To say goodbye, dear old friend
I guess a part of me is gone
I guess a part of me died back then
But still a part of me is here
Hiding my thoughts to see things clear
Lost by the sea
Tied back to back
Blue circles turning black
Hanging on to broken cliffs
With nowhere to go
"Lose your grip"
Swept away by the ocean waves
To places i cannot tell
And of course it hurts
To say goodbye, dear old friend
I guess a part of me is gone
I guess a part of me died back then
But still a part of me is here
Hiding my thoughts to see things clear
Lost by the sea
Tied back to back
Blue circles turning black