Listening to
Music we bled for,
In curvature of sin.
Tasting the mahogany,
Following the echoes,
Of your skin.
Racing the shadows,
Where the echoes remain.
Held by the silence,
Falling into the flame.
(chorus)
And we sing it again,
Until the sky breaks open wide.
Where the ghosts of our longing,
Have nowhere to hide.
Oh, we are the echo,
the rhythm, the rain.
Singing the ghosts,
Back into the flame.
Silver linings,
Turning into lead.
All the promises
That we left for dead.
Counting the heartbeats,
In a room full of air.
Reaching for something,
That was never quite there.
(chorus)
And we sing it again,
Until the sky breaks open wide.
Where the ghosts of our longing,
have nowhere to hide.
oh, we are the echo,
The rhythm, the rain.
Singing the ghosts,
Back into the flame.
Stripped of the armor.
Stripped of the pride.
The distance between us,
Is a river run dry.
Sing it again,
just once more,
Until we are shadows,
Knocking at the door.
Knocking at the door.
