آهنگ: Anathema Device. The Severing Of Tithes. Breathe.

Breathe. Sleep. Sweet little angel
Every tortured breath that escapes is one I?ll never forget.
Forget accepting. Forget reason. Forget doing my part.
In all the futures I?ve dreamt, I never dreamt you?d depart.

Can you see me in the distance? Tell me have I betrayed
The memories and dreams of fallen heroes, idols we made?
You?re slipping further, always further and yet still I remain
A fading shadow, falling wan across the dusk of your day.

I gave you the world. The world took you away.
Cursed me to watch as you wasted. It cursed me to stay.
And thoughts of how I squandered out time (time).
Time don?t stop for a day. Not when you need it.

Send me a sign. Show me the plan.
I?ll give you all my strength for what?s ahead.
They say there?s nothing left to lose.
But I?m not ready for living, for living here, for living?
Living without you.

Breathe. Deep. Keep holding tightly
To that sliver of hope. Take my hand. I?ll pull you closer to home.
I?ll show you all the things you wanted to see, but never could.
If I could lie in your place, I think you know that I would.

Can you see me in the distance? Tell me have I betrayed
The memories and dreams of fallen heroes, promises made?
You?re slipping further, always further and yet still I remain
A failing shadow, falling wan across the dusk of your day.

The hour draws late. The sky?s turning grey.
They?ve all told me to leave here. But I know I must stay.
For if I leave you alone (alone), will you wake to see a new day?
Or will you leave me?

Send me a sign. Show me the plan.
I?ll give you all my strength for what?s ahead.
They say there?s nothing left to lose.
But I?m not ready for living, for living here, for living?
Living without you