you are young and you are soft
i will be yours
make my eyes see the things
i missed before
sunlight bleeding through the cracks the stardust in your lungs
some things you see you never need to tell no one
i wish someone would just give a sign
i wish someone would feed me my lines
you are young and you are soft
i will be yours
make my eyes see the things
i missed before
this is the renaissance of history by the fire
this is the end of telling who's a better liar
am i someone who you'd call upon?
am i someone who you'd give a gun?
we will lose in the end
our sisters weep
we are young and you are gone
show us your ways
