Now I wait alone
For death to come
Faded pictures
So I know
Nowhere to go

So I don't
Picture your body
Hearing your voice
And fall into your eyes (your eyes)

Through crooked lines
The morning light
Faded pictures
In my mind
Not scared of death

No, I don't
Picture your body
Hearing your voice
And fall into your eyes (your eyes)

Fall into your eyes

(your eyes)

Composição: Joshua Hodges