Swell of the heart
Miss firing start
On a tightrope
Over water
Finding a way
Bury me deep
Shield me from the day
Old pictures on phones
Make the heart chime
Now they sleep in draws
With the dust of the good old times
Nothing left to say
Nothing to be done
Oh the night it fades away
With the bright of the morning sun oh
Pacify Me
Pacify Me
Pacify Me
Oh it was cerebral
The flooding doubt
Did you throw away the key
Toil with the facts
I wish that I could turn
These hands back
Old pictures on phones
Make the heart chime
Now they sleep in draws
With the dust of the good old times
Nothing left to say
Nothing to be done
Oh the night it fades away
With the bright of the morning sun oh
Pacify Me
Pacify Me
Pacify Me
Pacify Me
Nothing left to say
Nothing to be done
Oh the night it fades away
With the bright of the morning sun
Nothing left to say
Nothing to be done
Oh the night it fades away
With the bright of the morning sun
Pacify Me
Pacify Me
Pacify Me
Pacify Me"