Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart. Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart. When you go, what you leave is a work of art. On my chest, on my heart.
Held up here, it's a silent fear. And this space don't take my mind. A cloudy wake, it's a young mistake. That I'm clothed in. I can't see when I filled with sleep.
We only wake 'cause our eyes are open. Open so wide we walk in the dark. Trying so hard to keep what we're losing. Using our feet to show them the movements.
Well, it's how I see you. When I see you from below. And I feel no other. Sights or sounds of things I know. . Only a glow,. Only a glow. . So converse me without.