Texty: Paramore. Other. In The Mourning.

You escape like a runaway train
Off the tracks and down again
My hearts beating like a steam boat tugging all your burdens
On my shoulders

In the mourning I'll rise
In the mourning I'll let you die
In the mourning. all my worry.

Now there's nothing but time that's wasted
And words that have no backbone
And now it seems like the whole worlds waiting
Can you hear the echoes fading

In the mourning I'll rise
In the mourning I'll let you die
In the mourning. all my sorry's.