Did I ever tell you, Of the ebb and flow. One's always going. One always goes. Did you think when you left me, That'd we'd be gone? Or you'd be free?
The air is flat in this sanding pyre. The mountains, they're black as night where once stood infinite. I can't breathe: I can't. Help me, Jaden! Help me! You promised you'd be here.
Did I ever tell you,
ReplyDeleteOf the ebb and flow.
One's always going.
One always goes.
Did you think when you left me,
That'd we'd be gone?
Or you'd be free?
The air is flat in this sanding pyre.
The mountains, they're black as night where once stood infinite.
I can't breathe: I can't.
Help me, Jaden! Help me!
You promised you'd be here.
You promised.