you walk the path made of ash and burnt grass
hows it feel against your bare feet?
as we're breaking down stones of the past
walking beside you here i can hardly breathe
your mouth shuts and the clock stops
you quit speaking at a quarter to three
it's ten past four, you still haven't said anymore
but my ears have heard everything
let me go, i beg you
leg me go, please let me breathe
let me go, i need you to
leg me go, you're killing me