In the middle of the hibernation
He is hoping that something will wake him
Words don t count
If no one s here to listen
Words don t count
If no one s here to say them
Looking up and waiting on a witness
She needs something to guide her through the sickness
Her hands shake, but shaking s not loud
It s too much shaking; shaking up the ground
She shares herself with people
She shares herself with people
She shares herself with people
She hurts what she loves
She shares herself with people
She shares herself with people
She shares herself with people
She s been through enough
Now in the middle of this hibernation
His heart breaks so loud
Sounds like an engine
Despite her hopes
He failed to feed the hunger
She s gone off
Gone off to find another
She did not choose the weapons that she fights with
They chose her
And that is how it
