Diaries - Iwan Rheon
She clung to herself
On a cold autumn morning
Now the summer has gone
We can rememeber the names
Of cities we've lost
And tablets with diaries
Courageous in fame
With the forecast to blame
'Cause in the waves
We all look the same
Preachers and pimps
Killers and saints
These crushing winds
Could damage the humans tonight
Fill all the holes
And empty the beaches
'Cause the car that you drove
Is now swimming away
And all that we know
Is back in our minds again
To stay in our homes
And love to the grave
'Cause in the waves
We all look the same
Preachers and pimps
Killers and saints
These crushing winds
Could damage the humans tonight
Throw your life a line
Don't fade away
The answers to your dreams
Are falling with the rain
There's nothing more than life
Don't feel this pain
The budding leaves on trees
They always feel the same
The answers to your dreams are falling with the rain
On this island alone
With nothing but waves for beats
The birds sing along
And transport her away
To memories of home
Like fragments of diaries
You stay in your homes
And love to the grave
'Cause in the waves
We all look the same
Preachers and pimps
Killers and saints
These crushing winds
Damage humans tonight
Throw your life a line
Don't fade away
The answer to your dreams
Are falling with the rain
There's nothing more than life
Don't feel this pain
The budding leaves on trees
They always feel the same
The answers to your dreams are falling with the rain
