It's my purpose
To not let you leave as this fortress we've crafted ruptures around us
Keep your head up
Or the falling stones may crush us alive
It'll be the first time we've done anything together
The grass stains that I wear
I'm dragged the more I pull
Release me from this (dream, memory, reocurring nightmare)
You've heard it
The wind produced by the cold front thats headed
Directly for us
Don't mistake it
For a passing storm
This one's staying till our island
Joins Atlantis at the bottom.
