Slopes

A stable footing on your steep slopes
I know, I’m close to losing it all
You’ve covered your tracks with black ice
I think I’ve finally decided to stay
Remember that time you said «Don't wait up»
Well did you hear me in the end
I’ve got the empty of the word
The night we toasted our ideals
I’ve got the empty of the word
Tore the spiny cover off our own shells
Shifting winds from the summit
Can’t hardly believe it
Thought I’d find something smarter to say
Your eyes to the dark
My regard to the wind
We’re finding separate paths back to the fringe
So let’s not kid ourselves
A sea of love has so much weight
So let’s not kid ourselves
Let’s not fall in a lake
Our holdings only good for the day
Standing on these frozen slopes
Our holdings only good for the day
Ascending ascending ascending too late (x3)