54543 歌词

Retreat, dis-ease; I pray for sleep A temporary absolution At least in dreams I might find peace In the unwinding confusion Sinking down with the fleeting thought that I missed My chance to own up, to reconcile Sinking down with the notion that you exist Like I never owed anything Drifting fog clears. Alone, I fear Ending without resolution Looming idea, finite, severe I have sown our dissolution Each night I'm here shaking, unhinged Still I can't make restitution Looming idea, finite, severe I have made our desolation You're there in shadow Indicting me. We both know I can't see you, or make amends