Текст песни Clones - Shiffley

I was lost
In the dark
To end
My eyes
I feel lost
In my arms
Awake
But it burns

Chasing angels
Writing my own fables
Walking in circles
When you hear you're no one
I'll turn out bad how can I redo the former plans
Maybe I'm too far gone

I was lost
To the cold
Till you gave me a hold
So we held
Through the storm
And I will
Is that warm

Chasing angels
Writing my own fables
Walking in circles
When you hear you're no one
I'll turn out bad how can I redo the former plans
Maybe I'm too far gone

We are the formerly departed, we lost and then restarted
And now we found a new way up
We are the selectively forgotten, collectively the problem
And united for the common cause
We are the newest compilation, the brightest of the bravest
And beyond the point of turning round
We are the fortunate immortal, the rising and eternal
And forever on the search for more

We're not your clones
We're not your clones
No, we're not your clones
We're not yours