[Verse 1]
Between the waves, they break like glass
(Between the waves, they break like glass)
Pastel skies that turn to grey, in whispers they ask
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Were you ever listening?
[Chorus]
Tear away all the pieces left worth saving
I'm a ghost, I'm a broken entity
This is all I have from a life spent wishing, waiting
And I won't let go if you beg me to
I won't let go if you beg me to
[Verse 2]
Strain till you're barely breathing
Pain just to give it meaning
The blood we shed for these hollow endeavours
What is it worth if no one remembers?
If there's anybody out there
If there's anybody out there
They were never listening
[Chorus]
Tear away all the pieces left worth saving
I'm a ghost, I'm a broken entity
This is all I have from a life spent wishing, waiting
And I won't let go if you beg me to
I won't let go if you beg me to
[Breakdown]
Frail hands worked to the bone
No chance to buy back the life that we sold
Freedom, false as your hope
Each will suffer the same
Our own rapture, our own judgement day
To no end we will burn if we turn away
[Chorus]
Turn away 'cause you're far too late to save me
I'm just a shell of the man I used to be
This is all I have from a life spent wishing, waiting
And I won't let go if you beg me to
[Outro]
(I won't let go if you beg me to)
What is it worth if no one remembers?
(I won't let go if you beg me to)
What is it worth if no one remembers?
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