Woorden: Vanna. The Search Party Never Came. She's A Real Battleaxe.

He waits while the city is sleeping
She takes her time
He lost every ounce of patience
She takes her time

But they're catching on
They're Watching us

Inside these walls
The ghosts still talk
Of death and beauty
Of times long since past

Inside these walls
The ghosts still talk
Of death and beauty
Of times long since past

Don't forget your past

Through the window
Watching as he walks away
This time I've met my match

Through the window
Watching as he walks away
This time I've met my match

We're wrapped inside
Eachother's eyes
In this place that we call home
Lets take our time
And try to find
The things we love to fear the most

Fear the most

This time you've let me go
There's nothing left for us
We'll keep our hearts to ourselves

This time you've let me go
There's nothing left for us
We'll keep our hearts to ourselves

This time you've let me go
There's nothing left for us
We'll keep our hearts to ourselves

She fell like photographs