Within the cracks of these walls Hide the secrets to the past Please hear the faintly recognized calls Maybe it’s time?
Within the cornea of these eyes Still haunt what I hold onto While we’re gasping for air before Our buildings fall
So maybe we’re better off Not knowing the meaning of clemency But I can’t seem to disregard that clarity I can’t salvage their paths, I only situate regrets in there dreams
As we race with time We seem to forget What they could have held
While dampness enclosed the concrete His thoughts malformed Collecting at the bottom of his lungs He realized his foundation was...
made of sand and still we ignore what we don’t want to see By suppressing the narrowed images
All I’m trying to do is take your hand And show you how things could change
Through the struggles of, remembering your own Why can’t you remember, The meaning of clemency
Within the cracks of these walls Still haunt what I hold onto
Our buildings will fall As we race with time We’ll begin to forget What they could have builtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
