As your grace my leave, remind me
Of the wicked crime run here
Could you bear to remain
Till the light of the day
As all of my feelings run dry
Can you triumph beyond our stale freedom
And surpass what the future aint done
Id travel my days
For one glance of your face
Beneath the azure fire of the sky
So run so far
Till the sky and the angels come part
So young, so hard
When the last dying beat is my heart
When you chase my memory, leave me
Alone in a torrent of tacit defiance
As i wade through the years
Of pain, of our fears
It takes all i have not to cry
It takes all i have not to die
So rain so hard
Till the heavenly victims come down
So young, so far
When the final defeat
As the final deceit
When the final last beat
Is my heart, my hideous heart
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