Being Lost

This is the strangest part of all
This is the strangest heart of all
The chosen one that chose me to
The chosen one whose name was you

And my days of fear with ice
They are water on your paradise
The attempt to render broken wound
The attempt to render broken fool
There isn't anything in this
There isn't anything to this

The child that dug the cheering
The night that cried the whispering
This is the space behind the wall

And all your days are misery
A balloning that swole bitterly
Your lover in the snake of time
To lightyears to recreate the crime
This is the strangest heart for all
This is the strangest part of all

This is the strangest fault of all (Being lost we fall apart)
This is the strangest heart of all (Being lost we fall apart)
The children you are chosen to (Being lost we fall apart)
The one who drew the ire is you (Being lost we fall apart)