- cifra
Forget what you came for
And give up what you have
As all the lights go down it's clear
That things aren't what they seem
And all the sounds that spin you round can crush your bones
Quit making noise
Lend and ear to the silent voice
Trust in the hope of a thousand ships
Crashing down on the sea
Forget what you came for
And give up what you have
Unhealthy rust in your bloodstream
A lifeless frost to plague your dreams
And all the ghosts that chill the air come and join your bones
Quit making noise
And become still for the silent voice
Quit making noise
And wait
Forget what you came for
And give up what you have
