Testo di Embers

Breaking all the molds that keep up distant When words are thrown and the timing is the secret Just tear it away Disillusion keeps us from believing While abandoning all the hopes that we've been seeking And maybe silence is the key The sounds of burning at my feet Of all but embers and a dream Of everything we could be Any given Sunday we could change this While the years pass on like sentiments of Christmas Just fading away Strength and weakness pride and pieces of withered words decay While ambitions drown out anything that means anything to me And maybe silence is the key The sounds of burning at my feet Of all but embers and a dream Of everything we could be