A Prophecy

16. june 2012 at 13:37 | no one |  Asking alexandria

How stubborn are the scars
when they won't fade away,
or just a gentle reminder
that now are better days?

We'll be home soon, so dry your eyes,
you'll be okay (youll be okay).

Oh my God,
the water is rising, is rising.
You just have to believe in me,
failing that I'll ride this storm alone.

We can still make it out,
fuck.
I can help you through this,
but you have to take my hand.
I can take you home,
take my hand, take my hand.

I should've known the tides were getting higher,
we can still survive.
They think we're drowning, but our heads
are still above the waves, above the waves.
(I should've known the tides were getting higher,
we can still survive.
I should've known the tides were getting higher,
I should've known the tides were getting higher,
we can still survive.)

You never said goodbye, goodbye,
you never said goodbye, goodbye.
You never said goodbye, goodbye,
you never said goodbye, goodbye,
and now you're on your own.

You never said goodbye,
you never said goodbye, goodbye.
 

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