Lost Year - Ghost Atlas

Winter’s tune, constantly changing key

A crescent moon illuminates the ending

Never you mind, you see the weight of this dichotomy

The way that things ought to be between us

Some day soon, one of us is leaving

Is this really worth what we’re fighting for?

Waking with your head on the floor

We trace the lines that have made this divide

These new pieces we can’t quite align

Beating our hearts half to death

Look at what we had become

Pick up the pieces you left

Go back to where you started from

Winter’s tune, stuck on repeat

Now it’s June, our body’s still freezing

Is this really worth what we’re fighting for?

Waking with your head on the floor

We tell little lies to ourselves every night

These new pieces we can’t

Beating our hearts half to death

Look at what we had become

Pick up the pieces you left

Go back to where you started from

Somehow, I

I’m alive to tell, I’m alive to tell

Pick up the pieces you left

Grow back to where you severed from

Beating our hearts half to death

Look at what we had become

Pick up the pieces you left

Go back to where you started from

Somehow, I

I’m alive to tell, I’m alive to tell

Pick up the pieces you left

Grow back to where you severed from