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This is a landslide
As we crawl through the dark
The world turns its hands up to you
And you are letting go
Ice on the mirror
And the fever will start
The days and the minutes for you
But you are letting go
You are letting go
Will you fall to your knees?
Will you call out my name?
Will you reason with the sorrow in their eyes?
For all tomorrows
Fall and they bleed
Will you need them again?
Is it heaven or time we deny?
For all tomorrow’s saints
For all tomorrow’s saints
For all tomorrow’s saints
Under the curtain
The screen has no spark
The world turns its eyes back to you
And you are letting go
Swollen reflection
And the fever will start
The lost and the empty for you
But you are letting go
You are letting go
Will you fall to your knees?
Will you call out my name?
Will you reason with the sorrow in their eyes?
For all tomorrows
Fall and they bleed
Will you need them again?
Is it heaven or time we deny?
For all tomorrow’s saints
For all tomorrow’s saints
For all tomorrow’s saints
Composição: Ashton Nyte
