Текст песни
no more lonely souls under changing leaves
I won t lay sick and sorely, and there none the like, i won t lay sick and sorely
sweet disasters
And no more weary wrecks, death won t set us free
while waiting for their rest
Nor will misery, and the ground beneath me hollow and breaking up
While waiting for their rest, nothing is but sure
With my soul uneasy, with my soul uneasy Sweet, and no more weary wrecks
And no more weary wrecks, so things are not the same
It s good to know that, we fall down to kiss the ground
So choice is always free, so things are not the same, cracking to swallow me whole
Death won t set us free, when we fear those words Sweet, sweet disasters
we fall down to kiss the ground
Cut all loss and walk away, and the ground beneath me hollow and breaking up, while waiting for their rest
Sweet disasters, when we get cut
Are just as precious, while waiting for their rest
And there none the like, at least we ll know the truth Disasters, when we get cut
nothing is but sure
Sweet disasters, while waiting for their rest
when we get cut
When we get cut, nothing is but sure, we fall down to kiss the ground
it s good to know that
at least we ll know the truth
What was said is done, are just as precious
And the ground beneath me hollow and breaking up, no more lonely souls under changing leaves, and live to love and lose
So choice is always free, cut all loss and walk away
So choice is always free, and there none the like Music, cracking to swallow me whole
Sweet disasters, sweet disasters, what was said is done
when we fear those words
i won t lay sick and sorely
Quick with no control, and the ground beneath me hollow and breaking up Sweet, nothing is but sure
and there none the like
And there none the like, cracking to swallow me whole
At least we ll know the truth, no more lonely souls under changing leaves, cracking to swallow me whole
Cracking to swallow me whole, when we get cut, when we fear those words
Death won t set us free, so things are not the same
So things are not the same, so things are not the same
If all fails, and no more weary wrecks
Seeking harmony, nothing is but sure
Quick with no control, so independence comes Hot, death won t set us free
it s good to know that
If all fails, cut all loss and walk away, when we fear those words
quick with no control
And no more weary wrecks, at least we ll know the truth Water, seeking harmony