Tekster: Fields. Everything Last Winter. The Death.

You?re not gonna drag me into the sunlight
I don?t wanna kick and pull at you all night
If all our air, I drift from your fingers
Close the door and show me how to begin this

Loosen the harness
Send me back to sleep

If I can?t be carried alive
I?ll take my chances by your side
These empty words won?t bring us home
Choke them down
Now I may get buried alive
They fall apart before our eyes
If empty branches wait for us
Cut them down

I don?t wanna make this effortless for you
I didn?t choose to let this one fall through
If all I brought you left you in sorrow
You?re sailing down your paths that we cannot follow

Loosen the harness
Send me back to sleep

If I can?t be carried alive
I?ll take my chances by your side
These empty words won?t bring us home
Choke them down
Now I may get buried alive
They fall apart before our eyes
If empty branches wait for us
Cut them down