Speak of possibilities
Take the old coast road and breathe
Make the most of reverie
Whisper this one lie to me
We were caution to the wind
Patience is a virtue and
I promise I will hurt you friend
How else do you see this end
We were young
We framed our fangs like wolves
We aimed our gun at setting sun
Too fearful and frail to pull
Too fearful and frail to pull
At the seat of evening shade
Honey sweet the bed we made
A throne for kings and queens betrayed
I dare you
Look the other way
So wear me down with cliffs and time
Wear your heart where I can find
In the cracks where balance hides
How our hours occupied
We were young
We framed our fangs like wolves
We aimed our gun at setting sun
Too fearful and frail to pull
Too fearful and frail to pull
Somewhere in the back of my mind
Somewhere in the back of my mind
Somewhere in the back of my mind
There’s time
Somewhere I’ve been trying to find
Somewhere I’ve been trying to find
Somewhere I’ve been trying to find
This time
Either way it’s getting dark
Tired eyes we need to park
Set this off before it starts
Read the braille of broken hearts
On the side of empty streets
Rain is pouring down on me
Dreams are few and far between
But this one is within my reach
We were young
We framed our fangs like wolves
We aimed our gun at setting sun
Too fearful and frail to pull
Too fearful and frail to pull
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