Texty: Shiny Toy Guns. I promise you walls.

Loneliness is more than we'll ever feel
Blind as you are watching everything
When we die, faith is lost
Once again taking hold of all we are

Who says we die? Before we live
I promise you walls of grace to carry on
When we're lost, we?ll find a way

Loneliness or should we say something more?
Oceans arise washing over me cold company
Dark shades of harmony
Chasing the lies no one believes