Luminary Songtext
von Us in Motion
Luminary Songtext
Solace starts when you find the storm has stopped
But I can′t see anything
All I see are the shades of red
Save me from the ones that scarred my head
And save me from the ones that stalk my home
I could never truly trade away these souls
Cos no one ever wants to be alone
I can't ever stop the rain
It′s all I have to find peace in
So let it go
I can't help but think I'm on my own
I hear your bones pacing through these halls
But this time I won′t let them sleep alone
Save me from the ones that scarred my head
And save me from the ones that stalk my home
I could never truly trade away these souls
Cos no one ever wants to be alone
It′s cold outside and I can't seem to sleep
I see their faces in the things that I hold close to me
I can′t ever stop the rain
It's all I have to find peace in
So let it go
I can′t help but think I'm on my own
A funeral deserves it′s ghosts a poet needs his will
To live without the roses or be mourned at vigils
This room's a mausoleum and the souls are like a hearse
Somehow there's comfort in knowing it′s my curse
To sleep in the cold to know how it feels
To plead my only life back before I know it′s real
But I can′t see anything
All I see are the shades of red
Save me from the ones that scarred my head
And save me from the ones that stalk my home
I could never truly trade away these souls
Cos no one ever wants to be alone
I can't ever stop the rain
It′s all I have to find peace in
So let it go
I can't help but think I'm on my own
I hear your bones pacing through these halls
But this time I won′t let them sleep alone
Save me from the ones that scarred my head
And save me from the ones that stalk my home
I could never truly trade away these souls
Cos no one ever wants to be alone
It′s cold outside and I can't seem to sleep
I see their faces in the things that I hold close to me
I can′t ever stop the rain
It's all I have to find peace in
So let it go
I can′t help but think I'm on my own
A funeral deserves it′s ghosts a poet needs his will
To live without the roses or be mourned at vigils
This room's a mausoleum and the souls are like a hearse
Somehow there's comfort in knowing it′s my curse
To sleep in the cold to know how it feels
To plead my only life back before I know it′s real
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