Prescience Songtext

An empty room patterns the tears
ingrains the days with haunting presence.
always angry at what's been said and been left unsaid
reaching backward but we are finished.
smiles and fleeting moments
or farewells as disease takes hold
stumbling hopes and chance to remain in your presence.
withheld.
This website uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience on our website. Closing this message or scrolling the page you will allow us to use it. Learn more