They sing of waiting endlessly
They sing about lost eternity
And then they sing about waking up alone
They sing about being on your own
Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god
From my cocoon of angel wings
From my cocoon I'm gonna let you in
From my cocoon of angel wings
From my cocoon I′m gonna let you in
They see this spiral on the edge
They see the winter like a ledge
Upon a ledge we all just stumble down
No built to last, no built to stick around