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Tired we listen to the storm, you and I

The howling wind and the beating rain

What does it mean to live

What does it take to linger here

Existence for its own sake

Yet here we remain

Tired we listen to the storm, you and I

The howling wind and the beating rain

Yet the thing we dread in the end is the absence

The absence of sound that follows

How do wе depart from here

Whеn every withering nerve

Demands us to wage this battle

While still able to bleed

Oh where we used to be

The empty stares of distant stars

Witness us

Oh the absence of sound

Which follows

Witness us

Tired we listen to the storm, you and I

The howling wind and the beating rain

Yet the thing we dread in the end

Tired we listen to the storm, you and I

The howling wind and the beating rain

Yet the thing we dread in the end is the absence