Paroles de Yet But Moans

Yet but moans Time may not assuage our thirst We are the damned, we are the cursed Fate to us is nothing but the name Of all that dies to be reborn again Lines of dust embrace the sky We are the meek, we are the blind Waiting for that single chance To delicately set the night ablaze Sticks and stones Won’t break our bones We’re yet but moans Rain this season’s been so scant Each gust of dew seems heaven sent Scattered hopes are all that’s left We are the unsettled, we are the wrecked Staring at the broken wing Of some dark angel we all agree That time will not assuage our thirst We are the unborn, we are the distrusted Sticks and stones Won’t break our bones We’re yet but moans One day our time will come One day our time will come One day our time will come.