Woorden: Chuck Ragan. Feast Or Famine. Symmetry.

How would we have known we would wash away. It's two solemn searching souls together to the sea. Amongst the creatures underneath the deepening. Hold it to the flame burning you and me.

Sacrifice the talk and praise the eyes and all. Wonder and amazement. Notice every star floating in the arms of symmetry so ageless.

How would we have known we would wash away. It's two solemn searching souls together to the sea. Among the mountains underneath the deepening. Rising to the sun but in the shadows all along.

Sacrifice the talk and live for holding on, to everything sacred. Surrounded by the mouths of broken oars and trouts covering the surface.

Sacrifice the talk and cherish what we told, come what may surround us. The drift with clutching arms in a world so ever dark, wonder what that took us.

How would we have known we would wash away. It's two solemn searching souls together to the sea. Amongst the creatures underneath the deepening. Hold it to the flame burning you and me.

Sacrifice the talk and praise the eyes and all. Wonder and amazement. Notice every star floating in the arms of symmetry so ageless