Our Honeymoon at Weston Hills - Cinematic Sunrise

The rise and the fall, dialect and different skill

Gripping my hands with every intention of breaking free

The roar of the crowd halts to the simple echo of a beating heart

As we all attempted to exhale our breathe just wouldn’t leave our chest

One thousand dainty figures all lined up and linked

Side to side by the arms, each and every limb at our sides

As if they were sleeping

The quarrel of all communication being choked from our nerves

In the end of the bottom line we all anticipate

The intense stabs of pins and needles

The roar of the crowd halts to the simple echo of a beating heart

As we all attempted to exhale our breathe just wouldn’t leave our chest

Shake them off, just to find a way to wake them up

To make them see what they are losing

Introduce what you have become, please show them where you’re going

Struggle to fight the world of everything you’ve ever wanted

Everything that you’ve ever wanted

The rise and the fall, dialect and different skill

Gripping my hand with every intention of breaking free

The roar of the crowd halts to the simple echo of a beating heart

As we all attempted to exhale our breathe just wouldn’t leave

No, it wouldn’t leave our chest