Another burning body cast by the candlelight is a dancing soft reminder of all the ghosts inside There is a burning building trapped out in the night where the people on the top floors would rather burn than fly Your drowning all your sorrows that you found in the unknown seeing the somber path before you carved into this game of thrones Just another drowning soul each of them lost at sea and we give them our best wishes instead of what they need
You'll call it fate, I'll call it karma You'll call it faith in the armada
The blossoms of unconscious found in the ambience of sleep interrupted by explosions and implosions of a dream Like how nothing seems to make sense without a bit of consistency and how life just seems to roll on giving us no time to breathe You ask me all the questions you've picked up through your life and the only answers I can give are the elements of surprise We spend so much time on thinking trying to make everything seem right that we forget there are no answers that can't be figured out with time
You'll call it fate, I'll say your right There's no point in wasting time on another endless fight