And no we will never be a part of the pictures once taken
When we're feeding fire with the flames til no memories gone
And the cold sky will write us a song
But will we ever confess what we've done?
Guess we're still kids on the run
I'm not here to make you stay
I'm not here to take you away
I can't make you disappear
I can't take away your fear
I can't help you understand
I will not clap my hands
But I'll breakdown here the truth
I did not come here for you