By the Wayside
We set it to rest
And in its bareness it fell to grace from itself
Like a ticking bomb
As a sign of our deepest carelessness
And you said you didn't want it to end yet
Here we are
Here we are
Like an empty husk
Like a senseless scent of a time now bygone
Like a hurricane
Of which no sense of life is left behind
And I dance to the whim of its winds, do I give up now?
Fate, turning tides to which we are all
Bound, what it's all about
And in its bareness it fell to grace from itself
Like a ticking bomb
As a sign of our deepest carelessness
And you said you didn't want it to end yet
Here we are
Here we are
Like an empty husk
Like a senseless scent of a time now bygone
Like a hurricane
Of which no sense of life is left behind
And I dance to the whim of its winds, do I give up now?
Fate, turning tides to which we are all
Bound, what it's all about
Credits
Writer(s): Simone Medina Polo
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