My God

All the highs are downwards
All your fumble words are spent
Paying no attention
To the thoughts of your dear friend
[00:35.70]No point louder
[00:40.71]The sound of my power
[00:46.79]Sink in deeper
[00:52.31]Further each hour
My God
When our flower's fading
When our stem begins to fold
I will take off quietly
Like a bird that flees the cold
My God （x7）