Crime Of Pa**ion - Relics lyrics

The things we've done, the things we've said All seem so small, in spite of it all Look towards the sky, look through these hands Makes it all so very small, in spite of it all The crisp cold air of dawn makes reality a thin veil* The clarity in the coming of day still seems fuzzy to me* Shapes form and warp with even a breath Exposing a fragile world under gla** Unaware of what's above the surface slowly stirs Wind whipping dreams from its façade Our day begins again The things we've done, the things we've said