Who could break these chains
From the overbearing news they make
Am I falling into a grave
That I dug for you
But you don\'t feel the same
Who could stray these wraiths
Before they collide with one another
Are we going to shake free
From the bearings
Holding us down
Bring me simple tidings from the birds
Flying in the rain
Of a hundred yesterdays
Where could they land from atop the mountain
Breathing new song unto my charred lungs
Let\'s run away from the mist
Created by the overwhelming storm
Is this the final call for us
Or just a facade
Will we achieve our dreams
Or just ruin it all