I turned out backwards
You turn with me
Inside a basement bedroom
Descent is seldom clean
We`ll climb into attics
Look down on the streets
We stayed up through the seasons
Words cannot compete
And our silence is beautiful
I hope you agree
Can`t think of stopping
There`s no release
The compass spinning slowly
It comes back to me
We`ll walk `til we`re empty
We`ll leave our seats
The accidents are glowing
We stopped words to breathe
And our silence is beautiful
I hope you agree
You`re standing there
Saving your air
I turned out backwards
You turn with me
Inside a bad construction
Descent is coming clean
And our silence is beautiful
I hope you agree
You`re standing there
Saving your air