Lyrics

And through your haunted eyes I could see the ghosts stare out in dull surprise. They torn down all your means deformed your love. Made you feel so obscene.
It’s alright the calm collects upon the brokenness you’ve been.
It’s alright the incomplete.
And through your crippled thoughts, your broken words spilled out a prophesy of everything you thought of what you were and what’s supposed to be.
It’s alright the calm collects upon the brokenness you’ve been.
It’s alright the incomplete.
It’s alright the calm collects upon the brokenness you’ve been.
It’s alright the incomplete.