Lletres: Sparta. Threes. Weather The Storm.

You can hold this moment
Catch your breath, you feel faint
Don't be afraid, the bed you made is
hard to take
You say it's never enough you've
got to look forward

With your hands out, reach for me

Life in this storm has lost you
Chasing the sun left you blind
It all washed away, the promises
that you were made
You say it's never enough
not to look forward