Every memory recalled is an origin that we've altered. Broken promises to another man's daughter. Endless walk down a dead road as our last breaths begin to falter. We lend our weight to the backs of our broken fathers. Featherweight boy in his arms, every night he weeps, constantly drifting in and out of sleep. Palm against transparent skin, fingers tracing ribs, reassurance that the heart was still beating. At the helm of death every day like clockwork, restless nights with trembling hands against transparent skin. But they carry on, because survival is not a dead end. Whether or not the world is withered away, we are each other's world entirely. We are evermore. Lost ghosts around every corner, on every charred sidewalk, still trudging through the ash of an endless walk. With bodies cold and weightless, resilient of death in life, resilient of death in death, they walk on. Dreaming of a safe haven at the end of the road, an unstable safety, the only kind we've ever known. Oh, we walk along, dreaming of a safe haven at the end of the road. Our legs will never fail. We'll carry on. And I swear to you... Whether or not the world is withered away, we are each other's world entirely. We are evermore. Oh, we walk along, dreaming of a safe haven at the end of the road. Resilient of death because life is not a dead end. Whether or not the world is withered away, we are each other's world entirely. We are evermore. Survival is not a dead end. We are evermoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
