Everything is static
Since that
So what i've become
the dark rooms of your father
just can't overwhelm
at dawn we might be careful
for our love it might rise
at the end of the snow
at dawn we might be quiet
for our bones they might rest
at the end of the snow
the dark room we left further
through the woods.
You 've been scared
as tons of christians feared the lions
In the coliseum and cried
For solitude
And Everything was made
To waste the best of what they had in store
everything is static
i'm after everything
just staring at the basement of
this fall
you've been tryin
To waste the best of what i had in store
