Pastlives letra

In the distance, futures grow
New lines trace thee empty place
Knowing how luck can
Turn the wheel to watch you spin

It doesn’t hurt any less
If you slow down for the crash ahead

She couldn’t wait, to grow old
The prettiest thing, I’ve ever known
But I was too young to grow old
I was too weak to let her go

Bootblacks - Letras

• A Pale Fire
• ABC Anxiety
• Always
• Brouhaha
• Colorblind
• Decoys
• Drift
• Erosion
• For You (Lois)
• Gone
• Hidden Things
• Hold & Dissolve
• Inextinguishable
• Low Fantasy
• Memory Palace
• New Lines
• Nostalgia Void
• Parallel
• Pastlives
• Reincarnate
• Southpole
• Sub Rosa
• Sudden Moves
• The Jealous Star
• The Longest Night
• Thin Skies
• Traveling Light