Times of Survival - Groenland

I was tired, so tired

I let slip, yeah, a couple of lies

It’s not what you lose, it’s what you gain

A clean slate for the well-intentioned

Cut it down to the chase

A wall of sound aiming right at my face

I’m weakened, easily wounded

These are our times for survival

I sleep between you and me

I grieve my need to carry your feelings

Only time will tell if I’m getting better

At being well

Nothing matters more than taking cover from

Another shitstorm pushing you to the bottom

Reason only knows what you’re ready to explore

Ego only grows from the wounds you ignore

Nothing matters more than taking cover from

Another shitstorm pushing you to the bottom

One leap into silence and again

I see my fear of things being unchanged

What can you expect from an empty shell

In which I only dwell

Nothing matters more than taking cover from

Another dark storm pushing you to the bottom

Nothing matters more than taking cover from

Another shitstorm pushing you to the bottom

Reason only knows what you’re ready to explore

Ego only grows from the wounds you ignore

Nothing matters more than taking cover from

Another shitstorm pushing you to the bottom

I don’t think that it’s too late to compromise, compromise

Take some, give some, care to let our love decide, our love decide

I don’t think that it’s too late to compromise, compromise

Take some, give some, care to let our love decide, our love decide