Sitting on a throne of glass
Watching every season pass
In your cold hollow stare,
The story stole again.
Could it be..?
Then you see, I was trying to cut the strings
Then it all became a vision of the past
And the distance something we could never grasp
But just know that when we turn our backs and left,
There were way too many things left to be said.
Every thorn, the pain in every wound.
It"s all for you
It"s all for you
It"s all for you
It"s all for you
It"s all...
For you
Watching every season pass
In your cold hollow stare,
The story stole again.
Could it be..?
Then you see, I was trying to cut the strings
Then it all became a vision of the past
And the distance something we could never grasp
But just know that when we turn our backs and left,
There were way too many things left to be said.
Every thorn, the pain in every wound.
It"s all for you
It"s all for you
It"s all for you
It"s all for you
It"s all...
For you