Текстове на песни: Nights Like These. Sunlight At Secondhand. Samsara.

This was all a misunderstanding
the train stops here
off again, on again
the weakness, a burden
dig in your nails
reincarnate
i am golden, i dont shake
i want to live again
its not moving, were not moving
i wanted more than this
when we find ourselves, we find eachother
born again, as the blackest of birds