Coffins Like Ours - The Saddest Landscape

Death is on our lips.

We’ve enraged the gods

Now we move unprotected, all our angels were accidents

Still we run on ambition and wish for impossible things

Our sentimental side will be the death of us

Drive another nail until we build a home

Remember our pact, we both stop breathing

Drive another nail until it feels like home

We will dream tonight