Besedila: Downhere. Thunder After Lightning. Close To Midnight.

We aspire to things that expire too
Like we have the time
We aspire to things that die too
Like they're worth our lives

It's dangerously close to midnight
It's dangerously close to midnight
It's getting very close to midnight
It's time to come in

A final adieu to things without virtue
They're not worth my life
And I will aspire to all that remains new
Far beyond this time

Wishing on a star that never rise