Tyler Elden - Warmth Of The Sun

They'll be wasted
Spinning a tale to tell
While you were so vacant
Caught in your own hell
Sleepless nights I wonder how
We'll ever make it out

Arise
Feign Desire
To find

That no one here knows it better than I
For the fear is bred into the breath of our kind

With no reprieve
From the valleys of a troubled mind
Seeking shelter in the dying light
Hopeless nights I ponder how
We'll ever make it out

Arise
Feign Desire
To find

That no one here knows it better than I
For the fear is bred into the breath of our kind

Written by:
Tyler Grohowski

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