Inlé

Somehow, we divide
Short lived in our glory
In the false face of a smile
And placid eyes
Somehow, we divide
Short lived in our glory
In the false face of a smile
And placid eyes
Upholding the ruins
Of our foreground
Our imaginary unit
Of our once found
Now abetted lies
Upholding the ruins
Of our foreground
Our imaginary unit
Of our once found
Now abetted lies
Somehow, we divide
Short lived in our glory
In the false face of a smile
And placid eyes
Upholding the ruins
Of our foreground
Our imaginary unit
Of our once found
Now abetted lies
Are we simply locked in the past
Left to daydream our fallen sky?
Are we simply locked in the past
Left to daydream our fallen sky?
Are we simply locked in the past
Left to daydream our fallen sky?
Are we simply locked in the past
Left to daydream our fallen sky?
Our fallen sky
Sky
Our fallen sky