- cifra
Bits of spring
Are in the walls
I feel the still
I fear them still
Kids with our
Lemonade stalls
Drinking all our
Glasses half full
Tearing out our eyes
Feeding them to the sky
But through those gaping holes
The cracks let the light in
The cracks let the light in
All hail the
Age of chaos
Winters of heat
And loneliness
Is it enough
That we try
To see the void?
Give pain a voice
As young as we'll ever be
So we run, headfirst
Into oblivion
The cracks let the light in
The cracks let the light in
The cracks let the light in
The cracks let the light in
The cracks let the light in
The cracks let the light in
