LYRIC

The last thing I remember
Were the leaves in late November
The way they cracked beneath our feet
You wouldn’t stand within arm’s reach
You had gained so much control
And I had lost it all
With a half mast flame
Who will light it up again

Joanna
You cannot replace the demons in which she runs from
They will run for your too

But I prefer not to see
Well it shook me inside my memories
A mile high of lava rock
You walked me inside my history
War disguised us all
What face did you need us to show?
In the policies, you disclaim
This feeling inside never again

Joanna
You cannot replace the demons in which she runs from
They will run for your too
Joanna
You cannot replace the demons in which she runs from
They’ll become part of you

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