Where in the world’s the forgotten? They’re lost inside your memory. You’re dragging on, your heart’s been broken. As we all go down in history.
Where in the world did the time go? It’s where your spirit seems to roam. Like losing faith to our abandon Or an empty hallway from a broken home.
Well don’t look away from the arms of a bad dream. Don’t look away Sometimes you’re better lost than to be seen.
I don’t feel strange, it’s more like haunted. Another moment trapped in time. I can’t quite put my finger on it But it’s like a child that was left behind.
So where in the world’s the forgotten? Like soldiers from a long lost war. We share the scars from our abandon And what we remember becomes folklore.
Don’t look away from the arms of a moment. Don’t look away from the arms of tomorrow. Don’t look away from the arms of a moment. Don’t look away from the arms of love.
The Knight
I think when tragedy occurs, it presents a choice. You can give in to the void: the emptiness that fills your heart, your lungs, constricts your ability to think or even breathe. Or you can try to find meaning.
The Knight
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Where in the world’s the forgotten?
They’re lost inside your memory.
You’re dragging on, your heart’s been broken.
As we all go down in history.
Where in the world did the time go?
It’s where your spirit seems to roam.
Like losing faith to our abandon
Or an empty hallway from a broken home.
Well don’t look away from the arms of a bad dream.
Don’t look away
Sometimes you’re better lost than to be seen.
I don’t feel strange, it’s more like haunted.
Another moment trapped in time.
I can’t quite put my finger on it
But it’s like a child that was left behind.
So where in the world’s the forgotten?
Like soldiers from a long lost war.
We share the scars from our abandon
And what we remember becomes folklore.
Don’t look away from the arms of a moment.
Don’t look away from the arms of tomorrow.
Don’t look away from the arms of a moment.
Don’t look away from the arms of love.