The Descent
Right across lives a man
All pale white in worn out suits
Crooked spine a haunted face
Since the fall there's no sleep
A slow decay of what used to be
Worth remembering worth to save
When comes the time to give in
To give up to hold your breath
In his dreams of late
There were no solid ground
A thousand waves in black and blue
A hundred storms all came and went
He was just all about
To write it down and to keep track
When lightning struck such irony
So hit me, so hit me again
All pale white in worn out suits
Crooked spine a haunted face
Since the fall there's no sleep
A slow decay of what used to be
Worth remembering worth to save
When comes the time to give in
To give up to hold your breath
In his dreams of late
There were no solid ground
A thousand waves in black and blue
A hundred storms all came and went
He was just all about
To write it down and to keep track
When lightning struck such irony
So hit me, so hit me again
Credits
Writer(s): Lundmark Martin Gustav Fredrik
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