Try me again, I've been lost in a fight to defend
Things that won't be ours in the end

Beating again, pushing something 'til I don't know when
Things that can't be ours in the end
I resign to the drive of the felt

Golden like a summer ray
Ask me every time, every day
And while we're alone
Say, you're not afraid anymore

Pure intention of a blade
Almost realigned too late
And while we're alone
Show me you're a light of your own

These beats keep coming fast and
Each one might be the last and
These beats keep coming fast and
Each one might be the last