Tekster: Divided Heaven. A Rival City. Fight Or Flight.

A preemptive goodbye
Try not to close my eyes
Then I am gone

But the seconds move too quick
This tension is so thick
That I lose all my breathe

It's nights like these I'll miss the most
When I'm far from this flooded coast
Escaped from what I never should have left

To fight or flight and flee
Pressure builds with ever second
I'm awake

You count yourself to sleep
Empty spaces staring back
I'm stuck between

It's nights like these that steal our days
Leave us with no right words to say
But the time for me and you
Was never right

And it's times like these I wanna stay
And side-step every challenge faced
Leave it all to fortune
And the consequence of fate