كلمات Eight

Nothing but dust in these streets, I'm kicking up memories that belong beneath my feet. Such a long road to find hope, then you just crawl up and sink right into me, hey, I feel you seep in, I know you're deep beneath my skin, hey, I feel you seep in, I hold you deep within my bones. If the rocks below were coming up close, yeah, I'm just thinking about how I probably wouldn't notice. My head's such a beautiful mess: yeah, It's just you, It's just you, all over the place. And look what we become, your rising skyline, beneath the sun.