Žodžiai dainai: The Colorful Quiet. Survival.

every night i pray for survival and

headed on your way

and you forfit the revival of the songs you used to play

so remember where you came from because one day you will be there again



in the face of reminiscing i think of her as tall.

just incase she's listening

i'll admit it was my fault

she believes all that i tell her

i wouldn't want to hurt her again



and i was never sure of the way my life would go

many times before

it was that all i would know

i can't really tell you what would happen if i tried to admit to myself that a part of me has died.



i can see the sun is melting as she slowly fades away

but there was just no helping all the words i tried to say

if there was we would have made it

there can be no turning back now



so it's off with good intentions and

on with what is best

until i find the place where i belong

just like the rest

should have guessed it would have taken a couple times or more before i'd know



and i was never sure of the way my life would go

many times before

it was that all i would know

i can't really tell you what would happen if i tried to admit to myself that a part of me has died.