The Ballad of Astron

Through this long walk of pain and reverie

Weighed down by time

We fly, we soar

Our time measured by the aches in our legs

Weighed down by time

We fly, we soar

Their eyes burn holes through my bones, my skin

Their words carve cuts

On my tough skin

Your breath blows my worries away

But your kiss may

Bring them all back

I'll hold on to what is left

But we need to fade away

I'll hold on to what is left

But we need to fade away