Вершы: Noon Blue. Out Of Our Hands. Out Of Our Hands.

your lungs cannot
restore a breath with this infliction
your heart is sore
and still longing for what it still needs

falling out of your hands
i see, i see
it's falling out of you hands

and now where is consciousness
you tried so hard
you're still winded and it's slipping

falling out of your hands
i see everything
falling out of your hands
i see

we share the same thoughts
the same sickness, for so long

falling out of my hands
i see everything
falling out of my hands
i see...

ive been drifting on the outskirts
pray to me
youve been drowning there in silence
pray to me now


its falling out of our hands
i see everything
its falling out of our hands
i see