on the first drill buddy for half moon it hurts to tell your friend and the give and take when the love you break are you left within the end its the sound the sound of washing away its the sound its getting closer everyday i wondered into the lions nest and i ask it for a lie soon i found to empty wall and on my back i stared into the night at the sound the sound of washing away is the sound its getting closer everyday i searched the sky for a guiding light but the vision started to blur i called your name in the autumn air but all i got returned was the sound the sound of washing away its the sound it made its way here today its the sound its the sound its the sound its the sound