Texty: Roses Are Red. What Became Of Me. Show Your Eyes.

A sense of wonder, finding what is real
What went on here, taught me how to feel
We're alone in the memories, of how we used to be
It's our time to be honest, our time to be free

You're still breathing
Show your eyes to me
Your heart's still beating
Show your eyes
Show your eyes

Frozen under, at times we pay no mind
What went on here, taught me how to shine
It's our time to be honest, our time to be free

You're still breathing
Show your eyes to me
Your heart's still beating
Show your eyes
Show your eyes

We're alone here, in the memories, of how we used to be
Whoa, our time to be free
Whoa, our time to be free

You're still breathing
Show your eyes to me
Your heart's still beating
Show your eyes
Show your eyes

You're still breathing
Show your eyes to me
Your heart's still beating
Show your eyes
Show your eyes