Seventeen - Tycho Brahé

We walk on broken glass

We speak of love we made

Why does this attitude

Beseech this life we hate?

When i’m alone at night

Asking for what we all want

And you’re so far away

Some greater cause

Stop me from falling

My bridges are burning

The circle is broken

This house is forbidden

You say this is madness

You say i won’t listen

I try but i can’t

Get a grip

We gave away our game

When we were seventeen

The memories still fade

Of how we could have been

Stop me from falling

My bridges are burning

The circle is broken

This house is forbidden

You say this is madness

You say i won’t listen

I try but i can’t

Get a grip