Design - Ardours

In bits and pieces, pieces and bits

That’s how we will see before it all fits

That’s how we will be

Like logs from a tree

Like cracks in a crystal

Before it all hits

We will walk on the crust (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

On a surface we trust

Sleep to keep from looking down again

Sweat and blood (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

Soon spilled with tears

We venture to where days turn to years

Our hearts will be talking

With an accent so proud

Ignoring the silence

Of the long absent crowd

We will comprehend

The design of the end

Remember tomorrow

While it still is around the bend

We will walk on the crust (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

On a surface we trust

Sleep to keep from looking down again

Sweat and blood (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

Soon spilled with tears

We venture to where days turn to years

Design of fear

Tomorrow of fear

We will walk on the crust (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

On a surface we trust

Sleep to keep from looking down again

Sweat and blood (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

Soon spilled with tears

We venture to where days turn to years

Sweat and blood (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

Soon spilled with tears

We venture to where days turn to years