Letra da Música: Departure - Carla Werner

Sit and talk to strangers
As though they’re friends
Waiting on company
As though your life depends
I’m afraid this madness
May be getting black
Engulfing you
And all you are in that
Hands to hold it
Hands to break
Don’t waste
Don’t waste
I know pride and little lies
Breed pseudo-nymphs, and suicides
Relieves the brightest star from bright
To fall to its end
I struggle to maintain the light
It helps me to remain
I pulled myself together
Now all you circus clowns!
Hands to hold it
Hands to break
Don’t waste
Don’t waste
Hands to hold it
Hands to break
Don’t waste
Don’t waste