The time is getting late and the kingdom is falling
Can't afford to wait, we won't wake for the morning
Turn to imitate, change shape, no crawling
Learning to mistake the hate for our mourning
Calling for you, you
Scrawling to prove, prove
Losing way too much, not enough to be boring
Freedom like a cut bleeding through to the warnings
I've had enough of love, slow burn to the morning
But the time is getting late and the hatred is stalling
Calling for you, you
Scrawling to prove, prove
Oh, show yourself to me, promise to the sea
Like to see, stay with me, oh
Scrawling to prove, prove