Like we understood Made with adrenaline Seeping out through the skin Like only lovers could Here's where we begin Time is the medicine To heal these needs That only raise our voices
Higher, higher Tonight we raise the dead Tonight we bury this in fire, fire Under the shape of years And the weight that brought us here
But we can seperate To form these hearts in stone Rewrite this pain we own Caught here in the wake Nothing but genuine Built on a skeleton Of fractured parts That only raise our voices
Higher, higher Tonight we raise the dead Tonight we bury this in fire, fire Under the shape of years And the weight that brought us here
Better believe the sea of changes And put these battered bones to rest Nothing invisible or nameless Leave no reason to confess
Higher, higher Tonight we raise the dead Tonight we bury this in fire, fire Under the shape of years And the weight... Higher, higher (higher, higher, higher) Tonight we raise the dead Tonight we bury this in fire, fire Under the shape of years And the weight that brought us here
Better believe the sea of changes And put these battered bones to rest Nothing invisible or nameless Leave no reason to confess And raise our voices Higher, higher
Compositores: Aaron Phillip Short (Aaron Short) (APRA), Alisa Xayalith (APRA), David William Henry Beadle (David Beadle) (APRA), Jesse Peter Wood (Jesse Wood) (APRA), Thomas Brading Powers (Thom Powers) (APRA)Editor: Kobalt Music Copyrights SarlECAD verificado obra #15430695 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM