Texty:
The Boxer Rebellion The Cold Still

Caught on a tongue that can never speak Empty threats that scratch your cheek Tattooed on in crimson red Velvet bruise beneath this head Offer up another

I will lock you down I will lock you down I will lock you down I will, oh I will I am on your side I am on your side I will, oh I will If you could

Different They'll destroy you But it ain't nothing It ain't nothing to me Different They'll destroy you But it ain't nothing It ain't nothing to me

Caught by the light aware but asleep Never as close as the friends that you keep Drifting away on one final breath The further you climb, calm silhouette

Moving as an unknown too forgiving No one left to bother when I rebuild it There is nothing in between Born unraveled at the seams Lost where others

: Maybe there's no use In things being like they used to And maybe there's no use In the way it was before And if I found time We'd go away with your

: Caught by the light aware but asleep Never as close as the friends that you keep Drifting away on one final breath The further you climb, calm silhouette

off if you can give it up [?] on your own To love for love and love alone Listening, I'm not listening, to - Listening, I'm not listening, to you A cold

: Lanterns in view Warm breath is thin Stems of light In the cold, in the cold still of night Careless as any hidden spark Spreads quickly to the darkest