Текстове на песни: Picket Line. Chapter:End. Mid-Air Narcolepsy.

So hold my heart so close, ill close my eyes, is this how I? Every time?

And every time I?m alive I realize that these are?

So crawl? And when we jump I wont let go, its just too high we fall so slow, now take my hand, is this how I?? Every time?