Featherweight

Curse our arms

Pretentious hands wrapped to fight

Their proudest range cannot extend towards the dark

Facing all odds, we'll miss our jabs

Although the evidence is right upon our faces

We're trusting our defense

Crave for quietness, crave for safer space

Even if everything we need is subject to fade away

We hide our pain, hold back our tears and wait

For better days in vain

For better days in vain

Curse our arms

Pretentious hands wrapped to fight

Their proudest range cannot extend towards the dark

Facing all odds, we'll miss our jabs

Although the evidence is right upon our faces

We're trusting our defense

Crave for quietness, crave for safer space

Even if everything we need is subject to fade away

We hide our pain, hold back our tears and wait

Although the evidence is right upon our faces

We're trusting our defense

Crave for quietness, crave for safer space

Even if everything we need is subject to fade away

We lick our sores, and dry our tears and wait

For better days in vain

For better days in vain

For better days in