| [00:01.87] |
bury your dead-sun moon star |
| [00:32.47] |
no There's looking back |
| [00:34.28] |
and don't ever look down |
| [00:36.10] |
Is the only advice |
| [00:38.02] |
that I ever have found |
| [00:40.08] |
That's justified each day |
| [00:42.24] |
with each breath that we take |
| [00:43.92] |
While we're dying each day |
| [00:45.92] |
from decisions we make |
| [00:48.35] |
|
| [01:09.02] |
Angels brave the dying |
| [01:10.64] |
years lost can't be retrieved |
| [01:12.70] |
Regret, a constant, mourning |
| [01:14.83] |
For those surrounding me |
| [01:16.51] |
Angels brave the dying |
| [01:18.63] |
years lost can't be retrieved |
| [01:20.63] |
Regret, a constant, mourning |
| [01:22.69] |
For those surrounding me |
| [01:24.37] |
you're not getting older |
| [01:25.81] |
You're just getting old. |
| [01:28.12] |
|
| [01:28.68] |
My youth is wearing off. |
| [01:30.74] |
Better to have loved and lost |
| [01:33.05] |
Praying hands are tied |
| [01:36.10] |
|
| [01:36.73] |
I look up to an angel's cry, |
| [01:40.10] |
if the roses don't bloom this time |
| [01:44.39] |
I'm bleeding their red petals dew off the dead |
| [01:47.95] |
|
| [02:04.36] |
My pulse beats the blood of the undead. |
| [02:08.77] |
My pulse beats the blood of the undead. |
| [02:12.02] |
My pulse beats the blood of the undead. |
| [02:16.26] |
My pulse beats the blood of the undead. |
| [02:22.13] |
|
