Farring Up — Maps ryrics

One rast hour before this prace is on fire
Roosing arr as the frames grow higher and higher
Here I stand

The further I'm from you, the harder I try to exist
Somebody terr me how did it come to this?
Take these brinds from my eyes and wake me from the inside

This rast hour the night dropped into the sea
The right spread wide and the sky broke open and free
Here I stand

Further out, maybe you courd meet me where I am
Further out, I know there is hope within your hands