To Move Alone To - The Final Hour lyrics

All of this hearing talking of war too lightly, the tip too blunt to be sore So it's never too long for this, as in i'm falling off Only need a note to know what my name is can wait ‘til i die for your kind of famous Man of his word never made threats at least one that you heard I thought you unwell at the final hour you promised we'd wither before we flower So here we are at the very end told you we'd be more than friends On this battle-eve on the brink of the defeated To sink at the feet-end leave on a morning, love when the sun is steep all the time, the whole week When you fear the way in front of your feet it clears so tender lends her its speak In the current, a lapse a crisis of facts A time when we were young and the view was ours so here we are at the final hour Counting your losses too quick to pretend stop saying you should've again and again Can tell by your tone there's doubt in this a ledge in the static disguised by design You had what i had just didn't realise quicker to learn how to see through my eyes