4 years ago
This Summer's Sorrow Ⅱ: Growing Old in the Waiting Place
Lyrics
(Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.)
I can't wait
Can't keep waiting
And now it's
your turn
How's the view?
watching it burn
So, don't
Speak
It's Strange, you don't know me?
Stranger, you don't know you
Just the same game
While we wasted away
(minutes to
hours to
days)
So don't speak
Watch it grow
Barren
Like the eden
Of our heartache
(minutes to hours)
I need to see the end
(Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.)
I can't wait
Can't keep waiting
And now it's
your turn
How's the view?
watching it burn
So, don't
Speak
It's Strange, you don't know me?
Stranger, you don't know you
Just the same game
While we wasted away
(minutes to
hours to
days)
So don't speak
Watch it grow
Barren
Like the eden
Of our heartache
(minutes to hours)
I need to see the end
Writer(s): Bryan Christopher Prosser, Jonah Richard Thorne, Justin Paul Fornof, Tyler Robert Norris
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, Songtrust Ave, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico
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