| [00:02.68] | Running out of words. |
| [00:07.40] | Writers' block. |
| [00:08.40] | Running out of reasons. |
| [00:12.09] | These tired eyes seek a place to rest from the down |
| [00:19.91] | falls they've witnessed. |
| [00:22.09] | |
| [00:23.15] | I fought sorrow with these beaten fists. |
| [00:35.59] | I've come to learn time won't heal a thing. |
| [00:47.38] | |
| [00:51.51] | I've cursed the skies, I've cursed the sun, for it's been burning me alive. |
| [00:57.00] | |
| [01:33.77] | Let the skies open up so the rain can remind me of who I am. |
| [01:43.59] | Let the sound of the earth drain the outside world and give shelter to my mind. |