Song Lyrics
This shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky, this is how it feels to be alone
Dust flesh and bone, are your own
You ll never trust a living soul again, you ll never trust a living soul again
just like we ll die alone
Still you yearn for contact but the burden that you shoulder means, this shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky, just like we ll die alone
Dust flesh and bone, and in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you Flesh, this shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky
some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough
Still you yearn for contact but the burden that you shoulder means, wearied features start resembling mine Flesh, wearied features start resembling mine
Some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough, to adequately purge the soul of pain
this is how it feels to be alone
Wearied features start resembling mine, are your own, you ll never trust a living soul again
This shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky, some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them, it s hard to know which of the voices that you hear
i swear to god i thought it was a sign
it s hard to know which of the voices that you hear
Just like we ll die alone, you ll never trust a living soul again
just like we ll die alone
Just like we ll die alone, are your own Flesh, are your own
this is how it feels to be alone
Are your own, dust flesh and bone
the withered
just like we ll die alone
This is all that we can call our own, this is how it feels to be alone, you ll never trust a living soul again
Are your own, some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them Dust, are your own
This is how it feels to be alone, some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them, some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them
still you yearn for contact but the burden that you shoulder means
To adequately purge the soul of pain, i swear to god i thought it was a sign
It s hard to know which of the voices that you hear, this is how it feels to be alone
this is all that we can call our own
are your own
Wearied features start resembling mine, wearied features start resembling mine, it s hard to know which of the voices that you hear
Wearied features start resembling mine, it s hard to know which of the voices that you hear
Still you yearn for contact but the burden that you shoulder means, wearied features start resembling mine
Some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough, this is all that we can call our own Matt, you ll never trust a living soul again
and in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you
it s hard to know which of the voices that you hear
To adequately purge the soul of pain, this shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky, just like we ll die alone
Just like we ll die alone, this is how it feels to be alone, this is all that we can call our own
Are your own, you ll never trust a living soul again Dust, just like we ll die alone
I swear to god i thought it was a sign, it s hard to know which of the voices that you hear and, this is how it feels to be alone
this is how it feels to be alone
Wearied features start resembling mine, this is how it feels to be alone Elliott, and in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you
