Before The Torn Burying Saints
That night, uncalling feelings drawn my heart into a picture
dressed in shape of treason
pain staring from my eyes
i've seen pictures of buried saints
on your reflection
make this insecurity (or frailty)
make it go away (go away)
turn yesterday's memories (memories)
part of your heart
I kept your words inside
and put my heart away
you spread your wings to fly
but without them you will die
shadows of meaningless words
still haunt my mind
praying for all of this remorse to go away
i refuse to die in shame
there's no redemption
murdered feelings
shadows of meaningless words
still haunt my mind
praying for all of this remorse to go away
i refuse to die in shame
I kept your words inside
and put my heart away
you spread your wings to fly
but without them you will die
