I can't stand the memories
that rivers won't let me relive.
Hand in hand and mouth to mouth.
Ashes to sin. We prayed on a star.
I have to find another way to lift myself up and over the pain.
Then I wouldn't lose my broken heart
at the thought of a life that could be gone.
It goes on and on and on.
The walks that I still dream about.
The fields that carry my hands, reaching out.
Artemis, screaming for truth,
now you're suffocating in your lies over sounding seas.
Tearing up the Amazon.
So I can feel whole again.
I have to find another way to lift myself up and over the pain.
Then I wouldn't lose my broken heart
at the thought of a life that could be gone.