Slopes

A stable footing on your steep slopes

I know I'm close to losing it all

You've covered your tracks with black ice

I think I finally decided to stay

Remember that time you said, "Don't wait up"

Well, did you hear me in the end?

I've got the empty of the red (I've got the empty red)

The night we toasted our ideals

I've got the empty of the red (I've got the empty red)

Tore the spining cover off our own shelves

Shifting winds from the summit

Can hardly believe it

Thought I'd find something smarter to say

Your eyes to the dark

My regard to the wind

We're finding separate paths back to the fringe

So let's not kid ourselves

A sea of love has so much weight

So let's not kid ourselves

Land's not far in a lake

Our holding's only good for the day

Standing on these frozen slopes

Our holding's only good for the day

Ascending, ascending, ascending too late

Ascending, ascending, ascending too late

Ascending, ascending, ascending too late