The Ballad of Astron

Through this long walk of pain and reverie
Weighed down by time
We fly, we soar
Our time measured by the aches in our legs
Weighed down by time
We fly, we soar
Their eyes burn holes through my bones, my skin
Their words carve cuts
On my tough skin
Your breath blows my worries away
But your kiss may
Bring them all back

I'll hold on to what is left
But we need to fade away
I'll hold on to what's left
But we need to fade away