A Die From The Dice

Through Our Hands

Endlessly,
We’re falling away
Hopelessly,
We’re digging our own graves

There are so many scratches
On these written pages
Can we finish our story
Or will we burn away

And it’s so clear to me now
That we don’t know where we’re going
Lost in the timeline
Just living in the moment
And through our hands
The sand slips away

We’re trusting
And it just brings us down
Believing in
Our answers that can’t be found

We don’t know
There’s a price we must pay
For the harm
We’ll be tossed into our graves

There are so many scratches
On these written pages
Can we finish our story
Or will we burn away

And it’s so clear to me now
That we don’t know where we’re going
Lost in the timeline
Just living in the moment
And through our hands
The sands slip away

Hopelessly,
We’re digging our own graves
Lost in the moment
As the sands slip away

There are so many scratches
On these written pages
Can we finish our story
Or will we burn away

Yeni

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