I've been making sketches and reading human rights
A cross sits on a hill, it's taking all my sight
Statues are carved, carved into the night
it's stating to scare me now, how easily it come to be...
I should be making memories, that's why the days are light
Taking all my chances on making mine anew
Shaking at the thought of taking it from you
It's starting to scare me now, how easily we come to be...
I'm fine but I'm trapped in a way, so I'm following you
Lazy in the day and heavy in the night