Songtexte:
A Cadence Of Sorts Word Travels Fast

If I were to shine a light so bright, would you grace a smile and then trace the line? Leading the way back to a heart. A scrapbook collection where you've left your mark. A

Carved gently in these vacant halls, initials of our fate. Like the words you said to me, if not for closure's sake. So silence quenched in black and