Texty: The Dear Hunter. What It Means To Be Alone.

Oh, you were born with the sun
And oh, you will die with the moon
Everything you thought you had you lost
But now you'd never lose what you don't have

Prayers from above, never answered quite enough
Now the only one you have is you

With this cruel and bitter heart
You were cold and in love, left here naked in the sun
Run scared from this cruel and bitter world
This has only begun, as the bombs are bursting off

Smoke arose on azimuth glares
bodies brewed and frigid winter air
Where families' sons are robbed beneath their feet, and hearts conceit
"Ab Ovo," the angel sings "Ad astra" our eyes to the sea,
We thought that we had a cause for suffering
and reason enough to die alone

but you With this cruel and bitter heart
You were cold and in love, left here naked in the sun
Run scared from this cruel and bitter world
This has only begun, as the bombs are bursting off

With our feet beneath us
With our hands to the sky
We extend our limbs
Begging why, oh why?

Don't turn away!

Prayers from above, never answered quite enough
Looking up, never offered you too much
Now the only one you have is...

(Thanks to Keeton for these lyrics)