Inlé -

Somehow, we divide

Short lived in our glory

In the false face of a smile

And placid eyes

Somehow, we divide

Short lived in our glory

In the false face of a smile

And placid eyes

Upholding the ruins

Of our foreground

Our imaginary unit

Of our once found

Now abetted lies

Upholding the ruins

Of our foreground

Our imaginary unit

Of our once found

Now abetted lies

Somehow, we divide

Short lived in our glory

In the false face of a smile

And placid eyes

Upholding the ruins

Of our foreground

Our imaginary unit

Of our once found

Now abetted lies

Are we simply locked in the past

Left to daydream our fallen sky?

Are we simply locked in the past

Left to daydream our fallen sky?

Are we simply locked in the past

Left to daydream our fallen sky?

Are we simply locked in the past

Left to daydream our fallen sky?

Our fallen sky

Sky

Our fallen sky