I see the end is coming
open the earth for me
you couldn't see me going down
to sink into the sea
finding a way to the softest source
breaking away was a conscious choice
I knew then I was barely yours
felt my way through the dark
I'm trying to pick up all the pieces
I've been vacant and the clock is running
finding a way to the softest source
calling your name til I find my voice
outside the snow is falling
as red as autumn leaves
beneath an alabaster moon
above the evergreen
the waves crash
and move away from me
finding a way to the softest source
breaking away was a conscious choice
I knew then I was barely yours
felt my way through the dark
I'm trying to pick up all the pieces
I've been vacant and the clock is running
finding a way to the softest source
calling your name til I find my voice
and if the end is coming
open the earth for me
finding a way to the softest source
breaking away was a conscious choice
I knew then I was barely yours
felt my way through the dark
I'm trying to pick up all the pieces
I've been vacant and the clock is running
finding a way to the softest source
calling your name til I find my voice