Things we lost to the flame Things we'll never see again All that we've amassed Sits before us, shattered into ash These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire fire fire These are…
Bastille — Oblivion
When you fall asleep, with your head, upon my shoulder. When you're in my arms, but you've gone somewhere deeper. Are you going to age with grace? Are you going to leave a path that joins? Are you going to…