We decide when the world's asleep, that we're tired of its energy. As we travel through the stars, starting fights when we have no heart. Now we're scarred with frozen burns of a world that will not turn. And we stand to seize the day of a night we don't recall. We gaze at the rising sea that will swallow our beliefs. Yet we start to surf the waves, and it starts to numb the pain. The static has trapped me. I will fall down easily. (Your grasp won't hold me here) When the world grinds to a halt the silence keeps me warm. Behind glass of window panes, re-igniting all the flames. Let us walk beneath the trees, leave the city and the streets. The static of their nights won't find us in this light. In winter we fall.