Lost No.7 Lyrics

The pencil writes the letters
That show me how you feel
And I'm sorry for what I did
But you made me an impression of
What you want
When we fly they will rise

For now I'll get over you
To an end, I will not say to you

We are one and the same
Person that confronts them (them)
Follow me when I laugh to another day
When I shall breathe