Borders - Midas Fall

Eyes roll back to a better day

A touch reacts now there now there’s no-one else for miles

Steer with hope and say, «there's nothing I want more»

But this girl is broke

That’s the consequence I fear

Hide the slow ache

Plague my mind and rage a war

We’ll draw new lines just to cross and draw some more

My pet ghost turned our oxygen to smoke

You breathe, I choke

Pray these years will age us slow

Hide the slow ache

Hide so I won’t bleed