Oh brother, this wont be mistaken,
For the wounds that heal when hearts collide
These constellations

Painting the lights from the stills
Now lose the blinds, so the darkness could see for himself what he really is
Stitched with a smile of a dreamer; cloaked with despairs from my nightmares


You chased your dreams down while your heart sits here on my chest
You took the solid ground, and left me standing on frail hopes

And left me standing

You took a blight out of me just to see what makes my heart beat

When all I needed was a pulse to follow my way back home
A pulse to follow my way back, my way back home


The bridges you've burnt,
Carries the ambers like fireflies,
Taking flight to the vacant sky, whispering-strident to the wind about the air

To bottle the smoke from clouding up your windward dreams
Weathered by the fractured lies you've monumented
By being the sire of ancient dreams built from memories

In an empire of none,
You stood as king heavy-hearted, weighing the wind down
That once brushed the sand off your feet


When you throw dirt, you lose nothing but ground
Now your left with nothing but yourself, holding yourself down


You took a blight out of me just to see what makes my heart beat
When all I needed was a pulse to follow my way back home

A pulse to follow my way back, my way back home

The architect of your own fall; Designed only to dream

What mirrored you once, echoes and shatters

The architect of your own fall; Designed only to dream

You brought your windward dreams to your kingdom of sandcastles.