Letras
"Too far gone to let this stop,
Sacred profane.
Crash and burn it into rock,
A fall from grace.
Bound by words,
Still unable.
To break these stones around our throats,
As our days go.
Is this burden not enough,
A price I'd pay.
A blessing cursed within this love,
The
fi
rst restraint.
Bound by words,
Still unable.
To break these stones around our throats,
As our days go.
Clumsy tongues,
Awkward fables.
Still these stones rip at our throats,
As it goes.
Blood and bone in which we're bound,
Our markings laced with thunderous sound.
And though this
fl
ood would see us drowned,
Through endless rains,
Through sinking ground.
Our hours kissed with crystal doubt,
A warm embrace,
A welcome drought.
Beckon throw your words aloud,
Without a trace,
We swear this vow."
Ashley Tubb, Chris Howarth, Jake Healy, Martin Savage
Sentric Music