Come in on
We let the fire burn on your sea deck
Hand it on
We let the stars went just haze in glow
Moved through our hays
As we stop for longings
Things you don't keen
Breaking lace off that'd been tied us
You still here
Within a few years passing by
Days are lot to count and still small to talk
So why bother counting days
If there's still things to speak
I think we're curled from the roots
I think we're curled from the roots
Carved in, over all
Yet there's no need to think about our struggles
So still the lips glowing
Maybe we going too far made us
Can't see the place where we at
As long as can be together
It's okay
Wasted as it goes on
Only stale leaves getting dried
Moving through our hays
You stay same
Come on, let the stars hold the seas down
Cheer them on, let the storm sway to season brew
Yet there's no need for things