Everything is static Since that So what i? ve become The dark rooms of your father Just can? t overwhelm At dawn we might be careful For our love it might rise At the end of the snow At dawn we might be quiet For our bones they might rest At the end of the snow The dark room we left further Through the woods. You? ve been scared As tons of christians feared the lions In the coliseum and cried For solitude And Everything was made To waste the best of what they had in store Everything is static I? m after everything Just staring at the basement of This fall You? ve been tryin To waste the best of what i had in store