Tekst:
Haste The Day Pressure The Hinges

And I spoke too soon. The clock weighs on the counter top. Everything is sinking through the floor. You hold the door and I'll pressure the hinges. Would

In memory of losing you Take it for granted Do I want to know you well Do I want to know you well Sing sweet lullaby's to pass the time If you only knew

I spoke too soon. The clock weighs on the counter top. Everything is sinking through the floor. You hold the door and I'll pressure the hinges. Would

: Have you seen the sun? Have you seen the sun? Or has the darkness dragged you further from your door? Take each other?s hands. Look into the clouds

: These lights are gone. My ears hear no sound. Folding between the skin and bone. We will hear and know. Folding back our ears and slow grows our heart

: It?s in your eyes. The look of certainty. The look of apathy. It?s in your eyes. I?m not so sure that we have nothing to lose. Should have held this

: When the skin breaks. He thought time could heal his growing shame. These white hot knives will turn to fire and they?ll burn. He stumbled out of the

: Chorus of Angels Destroy my silence That haunts me That claims me While darkness walks beside me Chorus of Angels Destroy my silence That haunts me

: Vertigo hits. Tonight we dance. What dance has brought us to a disfigured ballroom where we march in fine rows and our heels, our heels touch the ground