Tycho Brahe Seventeen
we walk on broken glasswe speak of love we made
why does this attitude
beseech this life we hate?
when i'm alone at night
asking for what we all want
and you're so far away
some greater cause
stop me from falling
my bridges are burning
the circle is broken
this house is forbidden
you say this is madness
you say i won't listen
i try but i can't
get a grip
we gave away our game
when we were seventeen
the memories still fade
of how we could have been
stop me from falling
my bridges are burning
the circle is broken
this house is forbidden
you say this is madness
you say i won't listen
i try but i can't
get a grip
