Lyrics

Every day
A small and graceful death
So I'll be ready
For that last breath
The truth is
It might do nothing at all
But I know one thing
When I stare at you too long
You disappear
Isn't it nice?
We might not really be here
Every night
A toe in the water of awake
Devouring vitamins of hope for my soul
Beaten heart, blind faith
Faded black, tilts gold
Face melts off, shadow
Faded black, tilts gold
Face melts off, shadow
Faded black, tilts gold
Face melts off, shadow
Faded black, tilts gold
When I stare at you too long
Face melts off, shadow
You disappear
Isn't it nice?
Isn't it nice?
You disappear
Written by: Alex Weston, Elly Kace, François Rousseau
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