A Fitting Sight - A Faylene Sky

I won’t let this be the end of us

This isn’t make believe these are the stories that’s we weave

Don’t spend to long inside my head, to keep holding on

Only you and me

And maybe this time, this time we’ve come to far

It’s clear to me, clear to me

That we’re not welcome here

We won’t still burn the candles

Brighter than we have ever been

So raise your voices

Well show them this wasn’t all for nothing

Cause this could be our last chance

Our last chance to leave our mark on something

What other choice do we have?

And maybe this time, this time we’ve come to far

It’s clear to me, clear to me.

That we’re not welcome here

There’s nothing left to say and there’s no turning back

But we can’t blame ourselves, we didn’t carve this path

So go ahead and sit on your high horse

I can wait till the day you fall off

So go ahead and sit on your high horse

I can’t wait till you fall off

And maybe this time, this time we’ve come to far

It’s clear to me, clear to me.

That we’re not welcome here

There’s nothing left to say and there’s no turning back

But we can’t blame ourselves, we didn’t carve this path