All things that are built fall apart
Even matters of the heart
The road is always turning
Bridges always burning
A series of brief connections
Losing your own reflection
Fall into the pit of your mind.
As everyone leaves you behind
Think of what has been burned
Things that cant be returned
The vapors of ghosts past.
fill your head at last
Screaming pain
You are not the same
You hear a voice, a different one
It carries down the sun
It makes it all right
It makes it so bright
She will get you out.
You have no doubt
A rope appears
It crushes all your fears
You climb up fast
Running from your past.
She holds you tight
As you drift into the night