Besedila: Her Bright Skies. A Sacrament; Ill City. Come Serenity.

Wipe our memories clean
from all of my mistakes
let new wounds heal properly
and old scars fade away

it's okay to be afraid
quiet now, I'm right behind you

come serenity
(you say we'll work out fine)
put a smile on my face
(that we will make it out alive)
come serenity
(for what it's worth)
give me a smile
give me something I can embrace

maybe we're at an all time low
maybe I'm the last thing you deserve
but to tell you the truth
you take my breath away