Dead Heart

Be silent and just look
This dead heart in our hands
And what do we do now?
This heart was our hope
To keep us strong, firm and strong
To find a better place
A new look for such hypocrisy formed

(chorus):
When night comes
I see everything very slow
Like everything is dying
Like everything is dying

And now, what do we do?
With this dead heart in our hands
The blood flows through your fingers
We will do what we can
To reestablish and move on
We have to find a better place
And a new look for such hypocrisy formed

(chorus):
When night comes
I see everything very slow
Like everything is dying
Like everything is dying

Tears running down her face
Blood drip the hands
And hope continues in our body
Tears running down her face
Blood drip the hands
And hope continues in our body

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(chorus):
When night comes
I see everything very slow
Like everything is dying
Like everything is dying

When night comes
I see everything very slow
Like everything is dying
Like everything is dying