August

Open the doors that you cannot

Down, down, down with the art

Second hand growing, I know I can't fight it for long

Second chance for your orbit

Gone again it was like the wind

Gone again it was like she had sinned

So now the game we play

I've got the last piece of the puzzle we've left to be

And the only one gone is you

And the only one left is me

Loving me, all this, that was all, all this, all this, all this

Honestly, I'm tired of fighting

I'm tired of running

I can decide my own way

I can decide, I can decide, decide which way to go

Got to view the end

Gone it went