I see white silence, I see stones and trees
I sit here far from you
I see something regained and lost again
Your eyes, your love
Until we all break, until we all break
I see my arms flail, I see the night alone
I see brief glimpses of clear sky
I see times I wanted, regained and lost again
Your eyes, your love
Until we all break, until we all break
I see longer circles, I see the steps to take
I see the thought of home
I see nothing, I see it swinging too
Your eyes, your love
Until we all break, until we all break
I see what you see, I see winter still
I see clearly how it ends
I see the moon rise as the sun descends
So far from you
Until we all break, until we all break
Until we all break down
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