And to reflect is to regret throwing it all away
and apathy - my one way street; it took so much from me. Separated by this divide I created through my fears and in your tears you tried to show blind eyes and tell deaf ears. If we can make it through the landslide standing we'll lift each other up to see the bliss on the horizon. I've been looking in from the outside lately I've seen who I used to be and it's not me. And we can keep healing and we can keep holding on. I just want to take you where our time won't waste anymore through the mountains on the water we'll stay engulfed in one another and when I can wake up to see the sunrise in your eyes then we'll finally be free and I'll know I've made it home. So let's go out west and bask in the overcast and walking through the rain we'll see the beauty in life again.
Darkest Hour. "With a Thousand Words to Say But One".
