Our Words Betrayed
Bo Summer / Jakob Batten
You call my name
It sounds like summer
My feelings are uptight
But they'll survive
We speak again
Not with each other
Though i must admit
We shared good times
Good, times, rome were built
Words, thrown, fall betrayed
Our, faith, just collided
We, feel, so alone
I need your help
Confirm you're frightened
Bring down the barrier
Of broken dreams
