(originally by Dawes)

 Addressing a prayer into the air
 In the shadows of satellites
 So nobody hurt loves not for words
 In a world at the end of its night

 Oh everyone that left me
 They’re so easy to forget
 Cause I haven’t let my failures hit me yet.

 Your voice on the phone the blood from a stone
 These tears that I can’t understand
 If I could heal would give I don’t feel
 Or by silently giving my hand

 Well I’m sure I never loved you
 That would be to fierce and too correct
 But I haven’t let my failures hit me yet

 It made my demon reveal its hour of living
 And may he not leave me broken
 May he leave me broken

 So where ever I’m bound my ear to the ground
 And my thoughts on there way back to you
 As eternities slave, well you can write that on my grave
 When I’m finished resisting its truth

 While I’m shaking hands with darkness
 Its where the warm wind that I admit
 That I haven’t let my failures hit me yet

 Yet while I’m shaking hands with darkness
 It is where the warm wind that I admit
 That I haven’t let my failures hit me yet
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