i was the light i was the quiet heart
i was the place we used to dwell
and when the cold would tear your life apart
i was the warmth that you had felt
What have i become? thoughts like shadows swelling through my mind
What have i become? something else inside
Is driving nails into my soul; angels from my door
Driving nails into my soul; something insi-ide
i was the blood inside your broken heart
i was the stone that you had held
What have i become? thoughts like shadows swelling through my mind
What have i become? something else inside
Is driving nails into my soul; angels from my door
Driving nails into my soul; something else inside
Is driving nails into my soul; angels from my door
Driving nails into my soul; something insi-ide
I close my eyes, search for you
Retracing every ste-ep
Its driving nails into my soul; angels from my door
Driving nails into my soul; something inside
Is driving nails into my soul; angels from my door
Driving nails into my soul; something insi-ide