All through the sin and autumn way, under a spell that wouldn't break, I brush aside the summer tide and drift away. I long for the world to let us on, a cold long time without a sound, every second of the day, every minute my age, down to the last. The closer I get to the weary shore, I learn to sleep but nothing more. Left alone with these tattered bones. To feel my way around but I'm lost on why I'm here in a dead heat back to where I found you. On the heels of no regret I would not follow just yet. I can't believe when you say to me our lives live long. All through the sin the winter breaks, another spell that won't wait to brush aside the autumn tide. I get by on what you left me. I get by on next to nothing. All I am and all I will be, a dead heat back to where I found you.