Counting on the things I'm starting to believe in time All these breaks are patterns in the sky Send another letter from the broken place inside I can feel the distance from your eyes to me It's all that I have Well the ghosts have flooded out And the snakes are speaking I can't see it for my own When we bathe in blood So The days run out of hours And nothing seems to matter to you Oh, to catch him or the faction! But nothing seems to matter with you Well the ghosts have flooded out And the snakes are speaking I can't see it for my own When we bathe in blood So And there's nothing to say How would nothing just go our way, for me? For me Well the ghosts have flooded out And the snakes are speaking I can't see it for my own When we bathe in blood No more Eden's flooding So what's the point of love If we fall apart instead?