Persistence, a murderer when reason drops its guard
The flesh of time left ravaged, the hands and fingers marred
Oh, to love a strange face, in its passing brevity
It's a forced resignation to a voyeur's tendencies
For fear of all the world's empty adjectives
It's our name, it's our name, that we're harboring
Candor's youthful sentiments remain in thoughts unspoken
The fragile is only noticed when it's broken