Letras: Loom. Other. Tracers.

Its how you breathe when you're asleep
Its fighting when its time to die
Convoluted to the point of no escape
Its how you breathe when you're asleep
Its fighting when its time to die
Convoluted to the point of no escape
And when its gone its gone forever
And when its here its here to stay
Paint a picture using nothing but grey
Capture the ever-passing moment
We are the echo
The mere reflection of a song thats always been
Reach out grab the sound
Don't just stare
The waters rising
Tracers fly from off our hands
Keeping their place in the line
Memory and consciousness
Fight over the images
And when its gone its gone forever
And when its here its here to stay
Paint a picture using nothing but grey
Capture the ever-passing moment