Soundframe11

(hmmn) Faded ink on a folded page

Silent steps on an empty stage

We were writing down a story line

Waiting for a sign

And the wind begins to rise

Underneath the open skies

Catching fire in the winter cold

Every secret that we never told

Let it run, let it fall apart We are only at the

start

Dusty glass on the window pane

Listening to the steady rain

How we talk about the simple things

And the joy it brings

We won't turn back now

We will find a way somehow (ohhh-oh)

Catching fire in the winter cold

Every secret that we never told

Let it run, let it fall apart We are only at the

start

We are only at the start... (hmm-mm)