We stare into the night
Shaking fists from underneath
our heavy hearts and powerlines
I hate to ask, are we noticed enough from the other side

We stare into the night
shaking fists from underneath
our heavy hearts and powerlines
I hate to ask, are we noticed enough from the other side

I must be misunderstood
because death has proceeded
to take what is good from me

I thought that we had agreed
but my heart is still grieving and I dont think it should

I must be misunderstood
because death has proceeded to take what is good

I thought that we had agreed
but my heart is still grieving and I dont think it should