Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Wreckage

Feel my heart stop I lift my eyes 
I can't choose when to love 
Or who I am a part of - yellow card 



Deserted dreams 
Are like a dead army 
At war . 

Marching with empty guns 
There's a place I hide 
A grave where I still find us there 

Much alive 

I'm fighting at the edge of a storm 
Nothing is left but my heart 
With weapons down 

I'm screaming 
Can you hear me ? 
I'll fight here in this place 

Hearts cut into pieces 
I blow there ashes 
Falling sand through 
Your broken fingers 

There's a place I hide 
A grave where I still find us their 
Much alive 

I'm here in the rain 
Calling out 
Can you hear me ?