They said a chance of snow; how much did you ever really know? You said it’s cold out here; the sky was bright and clear. I said I can’t rely on the things the news might tell me. You said look outside; can you even see the stars from here? You said if we stay this way we will never know the time to move. Even though it’s cold outside, I’d rather take the chance to leave. You said you can’t deny that the air is crisp and frozen. I think it’s a better way for our world to breathe. Now you’re turning around farther from me. In the ways that we tried, in the ways that we lied, was a way that we tried, was the way that we died. All the things that read are the things you can’t see. The things that I read, a new history. All I see from here is how we once were closer to me.
Lyrics submitted by danisonfire