they removed all trace that anything had ever happened here (by hood)
in darkest hours
promise you'll hold on
promise you'll hold on.
there is a need
where you feel like the world is yours
inside everyone
'til it's snatched from your grasp.
you were cast in ancient light
there's coldness in this sky
the last thing
that you ever want
is
for the love to die;
to be the same as all the rest
and know that we're all afraid
of waking every day.
promise you'll hold
promise you'll hold
in the corner of you
in the corner of you
etc.