Back when I believed in luck and storms and crosses,
And put a coin found on the streets towards cosmic process,
And passing graveyard in a car, tracing every falling star
Like was never very far from child with causes
Pennies kissed with wishes arked into the fountains
Time was said to heal the pain and help move mountains
And all that could be for the heart will break this perfect life apart
The swords we carried could not do a thing about it.
Where I am going?
Where I am gone?
Close temptations are but memories and visions
Have an answer up there taking a position
Back when I believed in you it raised the sun and set the moon
How can I help but love you holy as religion?
Where you are going?
Where you are gone?
But back when I believed in luck and words unspoken
Found that I could break and split the world clean open
And grief became my company, pain, so deep I could not breathe
All betrayal is like dying in slow motion.
Is it luck that makes us shout or makes us whisper?
Is it luck that makes us wise or turns us bitter?
With our maps that point through north, with our vows we're sailing forth
The swords we carry can protect us from each other.
Where we are going?
Where we are gone?
Where we are going?
Where we are gone?
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