In amber a document, every hour that we've spent
and won't get back
So learn to fail without regret, lay to rest with each breath, with each breath
In amber a thread, weave every skin you shed
to use again
In amber a thread, suspended but not dead, but not dead
Grace the pitch that we deserve
In amber a thread, weave every skin you shed
to use again
In amber a thread, suspended but not dead, but not dead
Grace the pitch that we deserve...
and won't get back
So learn to fail without regret, lay to rest with each breath, with each breath
In amber a thread, weave every skin you shed
to use again
In amber a thread, suspended but not dead, but not dead
Grace the pitch that we deserve
In amber a thread, weave every skin you shed
to use again
In amber a thread, suspended but not dead, but not dead
Grace the pitch that we deserve...