The Lighthouse

How light breaks
Through stained glass
How colors move
In floating dust

Dry bones hidden in old homes
There's no light in being alone
Closed eyes behind open doors
There's no fight in being alone

How light breaks
Through stained glass
How colors move
In floating dust

There's no sound in falling down
There's no light in being alone
There's no sound in falling down
There's no light in being alone

How light breaks
Through stained glass
How colors move
In floating dust



Credits
Writer(s): Ilse Van Puijenbroek, Tim Thomassen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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