Holding open time to rest awhile I am playing in the darkness of warm July Tryst between the scenes not happy, As it seems you play with forgiveness
Clean before the stream to innocence you cling The beauty in the crime is you don't feel; a thing
Scars we wore years ago hurt now You seemed like some devil And you prayed like you were god
Hold on to the divine we'll all fall down.
Stars I wished on years ago burnt out You seemed like some devil
Hold on to the divine we'll all fall down.