- cifra
I know you can't recall anything at all
Or why we're standing here
The day you figure out your words had crumbled
Just below your feet
This is how a mountain gathers
Purposely directed shadows
This sinking ship has information
That will tear us apart
Along the way we learn things too hard
Whisper out the way to stop my heart
The things you used to say before the day
I used to care at all
It's in the fingertips, I caught you looking
Hazing down on me
