Driver Side Impact. The Very Air We Breathe. Made Of Gold. Zeneszám

Mark these words,
I'll never let you
leave here empty handed,
you can hold your truth
for all you've known
holding in your palms
all you've abandoned.

For you to see me offering
myself to you so shamelessly.
You caught my eye,
catch a glimpse of all you left here, behind.
There's nothing you can say.

You won't see me
calling you out again
it's all out on the table
calling me out
to exercise my doubts
of you being something stable.

So I say to make you want this,
nothing I can do can change you.
Don't pretend it's all ok.
Your hope is just words
to move to the next day.

I'll pray for you,
I won't go alone.
I'll pray for you,
I won't go alone.
I'll pray for you,
I won't go alone.
I'll pray for you,
is this all you can say?

There's nothing left to keep me here.
Is this all you can say?

Eyes closed we know this is the
last time we will kiss,
forever meant less to you,
your heart and hands are made of gold.

I'll tear you apart.
(I'll tear you apart!)
I'll rip you to pieces.

I'll tear you apart.
(I'll tear you apart!)
I'll rip you to pieces.