Left for dead
Your heart in a hallow
Left for dead
In the palm of your hand
It's the poison you may have to swallow
Its the scent you may want to follow
Oh it was
An impressive application
For such
An improper task
Sometimes i forget meaning
Sometimes i forget to ask
Oh it's the choice that slips you
The small sign, theres nothing more
If you work with it
You are comfortable with it
If it is comfortable with you
When the lines break in the wave
Winds has a wing
Created in those lines i try to shape
And fall before your eyes
(Im really struggling with the last part as you can see... what is he singing there?
I have no idea. )