The Break and the Wake
Easton Broome
I took a plane
Over the sea to fine
I don't need anything
Beleaguered by the synapse and sighs
The bursts blasts our ears
From the break and the wake of relationships
Complications, oh what a time
All the love in my life is dying
And all my trust
It goes with showing
That nothing's golden
Our bonds our stolen away
Drifting away with the waves
The burst blasts our ears
From the break and the wake of relationships
Constellations fade in the sky
Cause the love in my life
Is dead