Beaten by butterfly wings Bruised by billions of brittle things Inefficient, insistent impact Overtime overcomes noble acts
Since you was young you've been told Tiptoe around when father's home Don't dare dredge up days past Signed up with noble motives
Dropped out, tuned in, turned it on Bought in just as you had won Regret reacked up crushing sand Overtime overcomes your motive
Let live like loves is homemade Throw your flowers in the grave Hard rain held up for a spell Dry eyes to see the deluge
Time has come to show them what you've made You'd never make the same mistake You've gone and made the same mistake More from Fourth Floor Collapse