作词 : Adam Gubman
作曲 : Adam Gubman
We can all pretend
There is nothing in the end
A lie to believe
The widow weaves
We struggle how to feel,
The fable makes us real
When once we were safe,
What’s left, they take
We are made of fire
Touch us we will burn
It’s our turn,
Listen, learn…
When the sky is dark, we’re standing with our
heads held high,
Our hearts lit up with laughter
While your hands on the knife
No it wont mean a thing if you wipe the slate clean
This empty crown will stain your brow
And it wont mean anything
The king of shattered souls,
Letting sorrow take it’s toll
Has further to grow
New seeds are sewn
We can plant our own
Love repairs the throne
Once empty, will fill
The tension stills.
Old foundations break,
We can heal the scars
Forget their needless wars
Crown is full, once more.
When the sky is dark, we’re standing with our
heads held high,
Our hearts lit up with laughter
While your hands on the knife
No it wont mean a thing if you wipe the slate clean
This empty crown will stain your brow
When the sky is dark, we’re standing with our
heads held high,
Our hearts lit up with laughter
While your hands on the knife
No it wont mean a thing if you wipe the slate clean
This empty crown will stain your brow
And it wont mean anything