She did most of the talking killing dozens silently with her tears Baptized some over me like confetti; Could've known that she wasn't the only culprit After all they were a sign of encumbrance.
Those eerie sounds of her squalling during the night, they still run through my sleepless veins; Yes you, my femme fatale, this is all about you The time has come to unshackle yourself To set off for a journey in wake of finding ourselves.
And now, we shall waste no more of our time scrutinizing the ones who once shed their flames Let them gaze upon while we stand still and dwell on the idea of leading our ship past those fears, to the place of solitude.