I'm so sick of it, in the dying light of purpose.
When a silhouette calls, guess I'm nervous.
Oh my heavy heart.
It won't chase again, chase again.
When my lungs depart,
I won't fade away, fade away.
I'm numb to it all.
Call it quits, you don't deserve this.
In the comfort of awe,
I'm losing sight of the surface.
Now I'm worthless.
Your heavy heart.
We won't chase again, chase again.
When your lungs depart.
And you fade away, fade away.
You're so sick of it all.
Your eyes draw heavy.
And you know it's the call.
So you sigh and tell me.
Run. I'm gone.
I won't chase again, chase again.
What's it take for a reaction?
As our lungs depart.
Our heavy hearts.