Diaken от The Cradle: Demos

Tongues tied. I abide. In serpents eyes. My demise. And cast aside. I will abide. In absence. In silence. No solid ground to be found. Blood to the root. I don't belong. I played my rope, I gave up on hope. All alone. I kept my head up high. At least I tried. When I keep my eyes closed, I'm in your arms again. And when I keep my head down, it feels like I am home again. When was the last time there, this is all too much to bear. Still I keep my eyes closed, I'm in your arms again. Memories dissolve, and I am alone again. And when I open my eyes, I am alone again. Ever tried, ever failed You for hours, you for years. In your arms again. For hours. For years. In your arms again.