Temporary Hours
Numb, as we bleed
In a lonely hour
And it's cold as we prone
What a sight tonight
And the soul it'd flown
All to bones
While nothing's right
To begin within
And we're overwhelmed
Tired at height
While nothing's right
To begin within
And we're taught to believe
All the things will last
But what we get
Is to cope with the things that passed
All alone in
All alone
And the soul had flown
All to bones
While nothing's right
To begin within
And we're overwhelmed
Tired at height
While nothing's right
To begin within
In a lonely hour
And it's cold as we prone
What a sight tonight
And the soul it'd flown
All to bones
While nothing's right
To begin within
And we're overwhelmed
Tired at height
While nothing's right
To begin within
And we're taught to believe
All the things will last
But what we get
Is to cope with the things that passed
All alone in
All alone
And the soul had flown
All to bones
While nothing's right
To begin within
And we're overwhelmed
Tired at height
While nothing's right
To begin within
Credits
Writer(s): Rifan Kalbuadi
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