We once, ignite, with signs, bright as the sky, so visual, in time, we tried, inside, we dimmed those lights, so minimal
So those words your eyes never said, are sending messages, torn out pages, and empty pens, are sending messages
So those words your eyes have moved you in, research Grace's age will never see them, the notes beyond the reason
These papers are sealed away, what for?
Your eyes will never see them, the notes beyond the reason
Your eyes will never see them, the notes beyond the reason
These papers are sealed away, what for?

The tigers hold what we believe in.
It's time to take our shelter.
The storm before the weather.
Clouds and rain will wash away our messages together.
Those words your eyes never said are sending messages.
Torn out pages and empty pens are sending messages.
Are sending messages.
Torn out pages.
And empty pens are sending messages.