water for ashes; heartbreak for glue
piece things back together; pretend their brand new
a little softer...
the rain takes your place
something to connect to
revisiting your face

as if by design we were meant to deconstruct
every massive element our bodies find corrupt
a silence has been broken...

are you on the right side, or do you prefer the left?
what difference does it make when you're blinded by regret?
i promise
i will make out there...

to make sure you're safe from harm
the wind, the rain, the violent summers
i forget who all they are

but still, you can't say things haven't always been this good
i challenge to admit things were ever really going bad.

but are you on the right side, or do you prefer the left?
what difference does it make when you're blinded by regret?
i promise
i will make out there...

through the wind, the rain, and the violent summers
i forget who all they are...