Songtexte: Zeraphine. Whiteout. Tomorrows Morning.

:
It's so severe
You stare at me through eyes unbelievably sad
Are you here?
Your dreams captured under your bed
Could we adhere to rules and plans and these futile intents, could we break apart the ties, stop all motion
The trauma's inside of our heads

Leaving our hopes alone tonight/we buried tomorrows morning
Tracing the scopes of our delight/ we burried tomorrows morning

You persevere to fight the pain, but you're lost in this game, there's no chance
Are you near?
My being is finally dead
you disappear
in the arms of our ghost you're entirely enclosed and your mind escapes, the answers are missing
the consciousness is almost shed

(Gracias a Nana por esta letra)