| Song | For you |
| Artist | Stream of Passion |
| Album | A War Of Our Own |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sitting on a throne of glass, | |
| Watching every season pass. | |
| In your cold, hollow stare the story is told again. | |
| Could it be? Did you see us trying to cut the strings? | |
| Then it all became a vision of the past | |
| And the distance something we could never grasp. | |
| But just know that when we turned our backs and left | |
| There were way too many things left to be said. | |
| Every thorn, the pain in every wound, | |
| It’s all for you, | |
| It’s all for you. | |
| It’s all for you, | |
| It’s all for you, | |
| It’s all for you. |
| Sitting on a throne of glass, | |
| Watching every season pass. | |
| In your cold, hollow stare the story is told again. | |
| Could it be? Did you see us trying to cut the strings? | |
| Then it all became a vision of the past | |
| And the distance something we could never grasp. | |
| But just know that when we turned our backs and left | |
| There were way too many things left to be said. | |
| Every thorn, the pain in every wound, | |
| It' s all for you, | |
| It' s all for you. | |
| It' s all for you, | |
| It' s all for you, | |
| It' s all for you. |
| Sitting on a throne of glass, | |
| Watching every season pass. | |
| In your cold, hollow stare the story is told again. | |
| Could it be? Did you see us trying to cut the strings? | |
| Then it all became a vision of the past | |
| And the distance something we could never grasp. | |
| But just know that when we turned our backs and left | |
| There were way too many things left to be said. | |
| Every thorn, the pain in every wound, | |
| It' s all for you, | |
| It' s all for you. | |
| It' s all for you, | |
| It' s all for you, | |
| It' s all for you. |