Lletres: Sparta. Threes. Without A Sound.

You,
rush up to the top
to find that you had lost
in my mind you're still in the heat
and you

are all I'll ever need
all I'll ever need

You,
left a heavy heart
you tried to pull apart
at some point
you'll have to make stand
and you

Are all I'll ever need
You're all I'll ever need

Rush by
hand in hand
fall from the sea to land
don't let the sun go down
run this light
run this light

You,
run out into the crowd
death without a sound
in this light you die
to struggle on
and you,

are all I'll ever need

Rush by
hand in hand
fall from the sea to land
don't let the sun go down
run this light
run this light

You're all I'll ever need
You're all I'll ever need
all I'll ever need
all I'll ever need

none of this will count
death without a sound