eyes make their piece in difficutly with wounded lips and salted cheeks and finally we step to leave to the departure lounge of disebelief and I don't know where I'm going but I know It's gonna be a long time and I'll be leaving i. the morning come the white wime bitter sunlight wanna hear your beating heart tonight before the bleeding sun comes alive! I want to make the best of what is left hold tight and hear my beating heart one last time before daylight ~