Brought
Back to here
What was once a home
Appears to be gone
My stone cold hands, you'll
Have my trust
Preying on the mind
My open window
Blurry-eyed
Fleeting fears
One who can't
Run it off
My stone cold hands, you'll
Have my trust
Preying on the mind
My open window
Numb
Matted hair
Propose a song
They've fallen still
Stone, stone cold hands
And sprinting
Holding your breath
Holding your voice
We aren't alone
We aren't alone
You'll feel the wind
Between your toes