O' this aimless pace
And my little tears
If only you'd explain
Why there's nothing here
In this vacant space
I ask for more than I can
Are these chills on my nape
A helping hand
The wind knocked out of me
I hate the fact I let it go
Milk drops in the sky
I love that I remember tasting them
O' this aimless pace
And my deafened sobs
My soul so quickly fades
Lay my head to rot
