Слова песни Broughton — Safe Journeys Home

The world dies
Shoulder tries
To hold it up
Screaming mess
In a city covered in blood
Heart
Do we fight?
How
Do we love?

I'm not a pilot
But I won't be free yet
Until I grow up
Bloody the city
Separate me
As you reach through to take out the light
And block out the sun
Scared as you might
Do you still love me?
Do you?
My heart
My voice
And my tongue