To Each His Own

If we reach out past the waters climbing up
The heart is [?] but Teresa loses sight of what's to come
And lonesome [?], falling away, keep on the [?]
Said on your [?]

Are you spinning to me in the corners?
When the war was just waiting before us
As if you didn't know
You ignored all the darkest of waters
Find the red in the silence of mornings
And it fell beneath the cold

I take the desert, you take the cold
But to each his own
I take the desert

If we reach out past the waters climbing up
The heart is [?] silent
Try to mark the falling snow
We leave you here, you know

Are you spinning to me in the corners?
When the war was just waiting before us
As if you didn't know
You ignored all the darkest of waters
Find the red in the silence of morning
It fell beneath the cold

I take the desert, you take the cold
But to each his own
I take the desert, you take the cold
But to each his own