Letras:Kyte. Planet.

Silence and suffering speaks the most
The deep heavy feeling, hot and cold
Stop with the worst as you wait for the shallow
And chase after castles like there's no tomorrow
Sometimes dust flies up

Hold your breath, make a street round surround her
And timing is a planet, face the round with honest answers
Choking on a silent device
Hold your breath, make a street round surround her
And timing is a planet, face the round with honest answers
Choking on a silent device

Return from the clockwork just to make you see
The deep orange brickwork that it'll be
Stop with the worst as you wait for the shallow
And chase after castles like there's no tomorrow
And sometimes dust flies up

Hold your breath, make a street round surround her
And timing is a planet, face the round with honest answers
Choking on a silent device
Hold your breath, make a street round surround her
And timing is a planet, face the round with honest answers
Choking on a silent device

(Return from the clockwork just to make you see...)