Quiet Steps - State Faults

Taking quiet steps like whispers though parched lips

I see so clearly now from the outside looking in

Taking cautions afraid of being brave

Afraid of being safe in a world full of decay

Goodbye, stay gold

So I’ll stay goodbye to golden summers

The tide is high I’m going under

In a moment all I know is swept away

A first breath in the wake of this epiphany

Break down in the weight of this regret

Chin up for the times you won’t forget

We need to find out for ourselves

That we gotta stop living through someone else

Show your bones

Transient like passing cars

Lonelier than closing bars

We all need to stop looking up

And look in to find who we are