Throw open the floodgates, we want to feel Your love! But haven't I been waiting? Haven't I been getting up from falling dreams and slipping on the frozen
Oversættelse: After The Sirens. Vi har ingen hvide flag.
My fingers are white like whispers and the lips that consume them are flames for lack of better things to set on fire. My knees are red like rumors
but never did. I have some great appreciation for lunar tides and roses and my heart always intends to beat for you but rarely does. Well, here are fingers that have
When I wake up on fire and get caught in the sheets, my dreams of safety hit the floor. I've heard the air raid too many times before to be bothered
(Instrumental)
Come home! I am so temporary, tell me I can sing to You with my mouth so full of blood. I am so fragile, tell me I can run to You when I can hardly
Throw open the floodgates, we want to feel Your love! But haven't I been waiting? Haven't I been getting up from falling dreams and slipping on the
She keeps looking up and says, "The sky is assembling an army." I hold her closer and push her hair out of her face. "There's nothing to fear unless
The lines are drawn and yet we color on the edges, waiting for our chariots to burn and leave the ground
