Tekster: Blessthefall. His Last Walk. Pray.

She's pulling out her eyelashes, from pain she bares
far from home i'm alone this whole is way too deep
i've left behind my happy life, and i'm still asking how i died
lay down, pray now
i'm walking through the cold of night so i can see your face
at your window i will stand, your smell i will embrace
my eyes in your's and your's in mine and now i know just how i died
as fire fall's ive never made life before, ive never had this before