[verse] weighed and waste give or take a few enter rested state tastes like powder...confused... [chorus] talk in turns overture...and stays with me dense one...forced to learn no pure snow, in days like these [verse] should've stayed a little longer lookin in we'll forsake a few...sure... in arrest...in case by case still tastes like bitter [chorus] talk in turns overture...and stay with me dense one...forced to learn no clean snow... melt it all away [bridge] requiem... I remember them I watch those dusty hours replaying gems... [final chorus] talk in your turn overture...and stayed with me dense one now is forced to burn no pure snow, in days like these no pure snow... in days like these...
