Our night is to end. It's been foretold by those who mend, note to self: don't you dare break, remember no one knows who made the mistake.
Can we still stay in the darkness? Hold as the moon dies away.
The end is on our tongues now. There's no point for explanations. The cloudier it gets the more clear, but always remember who I am dear.
Can we still stay in the darkness? Hold as the moon dies away.
Even the brightest star fell from grace and no existing can take its place.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
Our night is to end. It's been foretold by those who mend, note to self: don't you dare break, remember no one knows who made the mistake.
Can we still stay in the darkness? Hold as the moon dies away.
The end is on our tongues now. There's no point for explanations. The cloudier it gets the more clear, but always remember who I am dear.
Can we still stay in the darkness? Hold as the moon dies away.
Even the brightest star fell from grace and no existing can take its place.
