كلمات When It Comes

Here lie those dreaded faults to behold, of true and of not Embedded in our tale unbegot Stones hold their energy and some stars speak in code Forgetting that their words travel slow I feel the waning breadth of your loathe When it comes I sense the depths from which we emerge When it comes I see the shackles hang that bound for so long And when it comes, we've just begun When it comes There hang the ripened fruits of our hope Run through like a host; a calloused soul that begs for the just Beholden there we'll loom and grow, unknown and untouched Unbroken still, we shelter as such I feel the waning breadth of your loathe When it comes I sense the depths from which we emerge When it comes I see the shackles hang that bound for so long And when it comes, we've just begun When it comes, when it comes In the weighted air, in the ashen flare We brace against the absolute In the weighted air, in the ashen flare We brace against the absolute I feel the waning breadth of your loathe When it comes I sense the depths from which we emerge When it comes I see the shackles hang that bound for so long And when it comes, we've just begun When it comes, when it comes