Nightingale

Come back and forth
Driving out the current
The silhouette drowning, died before
And back and forth
Driving out the dead
The silhouette stretched wings and soared

So gray in there
For this declared
So grey outside
Inside me

Every time I'm game
I give a part of my life
Nothing left to blame except
Every time I'm game
I give a part of my life
Nothing left to blame except

Climbing up but pushed back down
Into hate
This path I choose, my own escape
Climbing up but dragged back down into fear
This silhouette might fly my storm

Every time I'm game
I give a part of my life
Nothing left to blame except
Every time I'm game
I give a part of my life
Nothing left to blame except

And they burning the bodies again
They're all beat up and broken
But so perfect, they'll burn

They'll burn
They'll burn
They'll burn