I see now
We're all that's left
I can't begin to hold my breath
For something else
We gave in
Gave up on hope
We left them length enough in rope
To free themselves

Then I woke to find you here
I felt the light
Saw you take the fire inside
Break the silence wide

I thought I died
Died in my sleep
How can this be?
Died
Died in my sleep
How can this be?

No witness
No means to end
We cannot wait to keep this in
To free ourselves

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Writer(s): Patrick John Judge, Ryan Curtis Clark