Into the depths that I had never before thought
To have been a part of us.
Under bright lights things never quite look the same,
The cracks widen through the whole thing.
With the death of an ocean, will you pray
For direction, for direction?
And the moment is fading,
Our hearts will never feel so heavy.
To have been a part of us.
Under bright lights things never quite look the same,
The cracks widen through the whole thing.
With the death of an ocean, will you pray
For direction, for direction?
And the moment is fading,
Our hearts will never feel so heavy.