So he's actually a very light-hearted,
elderly shoemaker.
Yeah.
I'm dying,
please don't walk away.
Let not my heart be led astray.
I've been waywardly broken
from all the
fountains I've sown and borne.
With this urge to remain,
however fearful and conclusive,
the word leads a shallow love directly to the heart,
cause night grows darker day by day.
Vividly spoken
from far, from grace to our throne.
Know that the hour is late, it's so revealing,
see it, feel it.
Where
do you put your prayers?
Robbed of your beliefs when night grows darker day by day.
There is truth in every moment.
From this we build our palaces.
The truth is able to restore.
You know I'm trying,
defying the norm.
This is a war in reverse.
That's who a man's victoriously put out.
Waywardly broken from all the fountains I've sown and borne.
With this
urge to remain,
so I'll be here,
I'm bound to stay.
See all these moments make a lifetime.
And every moment is a war.
Knowingly falling into nothing.
And the void would never end.
But there is truth in every moment.
And truth is able to restore.
Even the core of what is broken.
You know I'm trying, defying the norm.