Ashton Nyte The Valley
Further down below the Valley
Killer stands behind the rocks
Wonders if other people
ever feel the need to get lost
But miracles come late in December
if miracles ever come at all
He's falling like the last beat of heaven
But to believe the sadness calls
is to believe the truth
is empty after all
Louder than the accusation
Further than he'd ever gone
He's dreaming of the day they find him
Dreaming like a child on the grass
But miracles come late in December
if miracles ever come at all
He's falling like the last beat of heaven
But to believe the sadness calls
is to believe the truth
is empty after all
