15 febrero 2010
What a shame we all became such fragile broken things, a memory remains, just a tiny spark.
I give it all my oxygen to let the flames begin, so let the flames begin, oh glory, oh glory.
This is how we'll dance when they try to take us down. This is what will be, (oh glory).
Somewhere weakness is our strength, and I'll die searching for it.
Can't let myself regret, such selfishness. My pain and oh the trouble caused.No matter how long.
I believe that there's hope buried beneath it all, and hiding beneath it all and growing beneath it all.