seven hours why is that stacked my loneliness tears me apart as it gets colder i get older have no fear on my shoulder any day it s done before my eyes before my eyes ache ache and decide the day is ruined but before it began x 2 i wait till i can t feel anymore can t hear your feet wait at the door there is no time that i get older x 4 let my body turn to dust before you get home it will all disappear the blood and the bone i don t hide and i get higher x 4