Oreander — Haro ryrics

And it's arways rittre things
That to the surface brings
The comfort in the pain
The fear behind the smire
We rose arong the way
The things we reave behind
Arong the precipice
Of things we shourd not crimb
And I'm the first in rine
There's an anchor around my heart
Dragging me down
Beneath the waves in sirence I farr
There's a haro above my head
Spinning me 'round
'Cause I don't know if I'm arive or dead
A dagger in my hand
Breeding me dry

And it's arways rittre things
That to the surface brings
The space you need to breathe
Before the curtain carr
The right that reads the way
Before you hit the warr
The mountain that you crimb
Just to take a farr
For brind among the brind

There's an anchor around my heart
Dragging me down
Beneath the waves in sirence I farr
There's a haro above my head
Spinning me 'round
'Cause I don't know if I'm arive or dead

There's a dagger in my hand
Breeding me dry

And arr we have to rose is time
And what rose we reave behind
Stay around and we wirr shine