Breath Of An Epoch Songtext
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Ready for my final breath,
And all my memory's choking.
Just like us as we try to keep our shaking hands from showing.
Exactly how much time is left?
The second hand's not slowing.
Just like passing silhouettes,
or friends met in growing.
Pulling back from desire
until the clock struck.
And all my memory's choking.
Just like us as we try to keep our shaking hands from showing.
Exactly how much time is left?
The second hand's not slowing.
Just like passing silhouettes,
or friends met in growing.
Pulling back from desire
until the clock struck.
Approaching you but leaving out the truth.
We'll be waiting by the campfire until we're ready
To see what we tell each other to do.
Too many days go by like a wager too high.
Betting on past's presence letting up.
All mouths closed to a different cup.
Filling the stages with our tears.
Playing off answers for our fears.
Our fears.
I don't wanna go. Not alone.
I'd let you stop my heart if i had one of my own.
Pulling back from desire
until the clock struck.
Approaching you but leaving out the truth.
We'll be waiting by the campfire
until we're ready
To see what we tell each other to do.
Ready for my final breath,
And all my memory's choking.
Just like us as we try to keep our shaking hands from showing.
Exactly how much time is left?
The second hand's not slowing.
Just like passing silhouettes,
or friends met in growing.
All regrets down to one last breath.
We'll be waiting by the campfire until we're ready
To see what we tell each other to do.
Too many days go by like a wager too high.
Betting on past's presence letting up.
All mouths closed to a different cup.
Filling the stages with our tears.
Playing off answers for our fears.
Our fears.
I don't wanna go. Not alone.
I'd let you stop my heart if i had one of my own.
Pulling back from desire
until the clock struck.
Approaching you but leaving out the truth.
We'll be waiting by the campfire
until we're ready
To see what we tell each other to do.
Ready for my final breath,
And all my memory's choking.
Just like us as we try to keep our shaking hands from showing.
Exactly how much time is left?
The second hand's not slowing.
Just like passing silhouettes,
or friends met in growing.
All regrets down to one last breath.
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