| As the sun sets On battlefields I hope you can save me I hope you can save our wounded hearts Distance (creation) Makes my heart (eternity) Grow colder (Enough for it to end)) Where distnace (creation) Makes my heart (eternity) Seem older (For you) Just enough to cut the air from your lungs (from your lungs) As the sun sets (We push and pull apart) On battlefield (Enough for this to end) I hope you can save me (from ourselves) I hope you cane save us from ourselves Denial (forever) In the arms (we're stuck in here) Of our Saviour (When enough is to end) And my heart (froze over) Is torn ( To pieces (for you) Just enough to cut the air from your lungs (from your lungs) As the sun sets (We push and pull apart) On battlefield (Enough for this to end) I hope you can save me (from ourselves) I hope you can save us from ourselves And papercuts and bloody hands In the middle they would meet And papercuts and bloody hands In the middle they would meet |
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| Song: Bend Your Arms to Look Like Wings Artist: Funeral For a Friend CD: Casually Dressed and Deep in Conversation |