Slowburn skies
Birds on a silent lake
Tied to the maps we make
Filled with diversions
Oh, what have we done?
What have we done to this?
Oh, where do we go?
Where do we go from here?
Shouldn't we try
To wake up the child in our eyes
Before the wolves find glory
Rewind and take it all back to one
Hold on, oh, this brightheart will never be the same
Hold on, oh, this brightheart will never be the same
Arctic nights
Words fall like fire and ice
Drowning any afterglow
Left from the golden days
Shouldn't we try
To wake up the child in our eyes
Before the wolves find glory
Rewind and take it all back to one
Hold on, oh, this brightheart will never be the same
Hold on, oh, this brightheart will never be the same
Hold on, oh, this brightheart will never be the same
Hold on, oh, this brightheart will never be the same