Victims

Tell me why do we yell out like this Blindness. Losing ground, losing us, Losing happiness. Now we have to let go of what's yours And mine. And we know it's okay, I guess we'll be fine. And we know it's okay. And we know we'll be fine. Will we meet again? How is this goodbye? The last seventeen miles spent in silence. 'Cause all excuses would seem like a crime. The last seconds to keep a promise. And whole life behind. The last seventeen miles spent in silence. 'Cause all excuses would seem like a crime. The last seconds to keep a promise. And whole life behind. And whole life behind. Tell me why it took us oh so many Times. To realize we are victims of you and I. One more kiss, one more dance. Well, is it the end? See the sun has set on our holy land. And we know it's okay. And we know we'll be fine. Will we meet again? How is this goodbye? And we know it's okay. And we know be Fine. Will we meet again? How is this goodbye? The last seventeen miles spent in silence. 'Cause all excuses would seem like a crime. The last seconds to keep a promise. And whole life behind. The last seventeen miles spent in silence. 'Cause all excuses would seem like a crime. The last seconds to keep a promise. And whole life behind.