When I come to walk the line, The fire may come, but we'll be just fine. When I go to walk the line, The fire will come, but we'll be just fine.
Mouth of the ocean, be well spoken, Watch your P's and Q's. Now that we're older, the future is colder, But what is there to do?
I'll walk the line, I'll be just fine, I'll be right back on time. The fire is coming, but we'll outrun it, We'll never be undone.
Oh, what came of the things we once believed? Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea. Oh, what came of the things we once believed? Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea.
And now our parents are long departed, Who can finish the songs they started? Bodies are broken, but it's just a token Of what is surely to come.
Unstitch the suture, please pause the future, So I can collect my things. The fire is coming, but we'll outrun it, We'll never be undone.
Oh, what came of the things we once believed? Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea. Oh, what came of the things I once believed? Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea.
When I go to walk the line, The fire will come, but I'll be just fine.
Oh, what came of the things we once believed? Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea. All lost, oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea. Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea.
All that's left now, all that's left Is the echo of roaring sea, Long gone now, long gone To the trace of a memory.
Oh, what came of the things I once believed? All that's left now, all that's left Is the trace of a memory.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
