The Valley - Ashton Nyte

Further down below the Valley

Killer stands behind the rocks

Wonders if other people

ever feel the need to get lost

But miracles come late in December

if miracles ever come at all

He’s falling like the last beat of heaven

But to believe the sadness calls

is to believe the truth

is empty after all

Louder than the accusation

Further than he’d ever gone

He’s dreaming of the day they find him

Dreaming like a child on the grass

But miracles come late in December

if miracles ever come at all

He’s falling like the last beat of heaven

But to believe the sadness calls

is to believe the truth

is empty after all