A Prophecy - Asking Alexandria

How stubborn are the scars when they won’t fade away?

Or just a gentle reminder that now are better days?

We’ll be home soon so dry your eyes

You’ll be okay

Oh my god

The water is rising

You just have to believe in me Failing that I’ll ride this storm alone

We can still make it out

'Fuck'

I can help you through this

But you have to take my hand

I can take you home

Take my hand, take my hand

I should’ve known the tides were getting higher

We can still survive

They think we’re drowning but our heads are still above the waves

You never said goodbye

Now you’re on your own