| Song | Dead & Born & Grown |
| Artist | The Staves |
| Album | Dead & Born & Grown |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Colours fade away | |
| And things that were aren’t here today | |
| But time, it doesn’t matter anymore | |
| I'll meet you where we were before | |
| And I’ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
| ‘Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
| Just go at your own pace | |
| As you slip and tumble down from grace | |
| We’re safe in one anothers’ company | |
| I need you just as much as you need me | |
| And I’ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
| ‘Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
| Pieces set to fall | |
| Am I here at all? | |
| As a little child may learn | |
| To sit or stand or wait his turn | |
| The things you know will slowly slip away | |
| All we have is here and now, today | |
| And I’ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
| ‘Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
| ‘Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
| Pieces set to fall | |
| Am I here at all? | |
| Pieces set in stone | |
| Dead and born and grown |
| Colours fade away | |
| And things that were aren' t here today | |
| But time, it doesn' t matter anymore | |
| I' ll meet you where we were before | |
| And I' ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
| ' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
| Just go at your own pace | |
| As you slip and tumble down from grace | |
| We' re safe in one anothers' company | |
| I need you just as much as you need me | |
| And I' ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
| ' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
| Pieces set to fall | |
| Am I here at all? | |
| As a little child may learn | |
| To sit or stand or wait his turn | |
| The things you know will slowly slip away | |
| All we have is here and now, today | |
| And I' ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
| ' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
| ' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
| Pieces set to fall | |
| Am I here at all? | |
| Pieces set in stone | |
| Dead and born and grown |
| Colours fade away | |
| And things that were aren' t here today | |
| But time, it doesn' t matter anymore | |
| I' ll meet you where we were before | |
| And I' ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
| ' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
| Just go at your own pace | |
| As you slip and tumble down from grace | |
| We' re safe in one anothers' company | |
| I need you just as much as you need me | |
| And I' ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
| ' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
| Pieces set to fall | |
| Am I here at all? | |
| As a little child may learn | |
| To sit or stand or wait his turn | |
| The things you know will slowly slip away | |
| All we have is here and now, today | |
| And I' ll stay the same and stand here on my own | |
| ' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
| ' Til everything is dead and born and grown | |
| Pieces set to fall | |
| Am I here at all? | |
| Pieces set in stone | |
| Dead and born and grown |