Texty: Fray. Uncertainty.

It's uncertainty killing me
You're certainly fast asleep
Maybe I've gone way too deep
Maybe I'm just far too weak
And that's the last place
Yeah, and that's the last place

And when you forgive our regrets
And when you regret

Thousands are lost, maybe more
The question remains, what is this for?
Maybe it came unexpected
Maybe I'm left unprotected
Oh, and that's the last place
Yeah, that's the last place

And when we forget our regrets
And when we remember our dreams
And when we forget our regrets
And we regret

She's holding on until the last
She's holding on until there's nothing left
She's holding on until the last
She's holding on until there's nothing left