The lights are turned down low
And the fire is burned all out
And everything you know
Is what it tire hearts about
Never close your eyes to hide it
Never turn your face too fight it
Cause every cruel says
And the days are about to settle
And the dreams shiny metal
Your bed of razorblades
You're dying in a silverstorm
When light's about to take control
Dying in a silverstorm
When hearts are buried in the cold
Dream of dark rain, beautiful
Breath now you'll open up your eyes
To morning all too soon
And the world of halfhearted tries
To fill shallow words tunes
Never burned your hands on nothing
Never lost a tear to suffering
A life of masquerades
But in the house of every sorrow
And the room without a window
Your bed of razorblades
You're dying in a silverstorm
When light's about to take control
Dying in a silverstorm
When hearts are buried in the cold
Dream of dark rain, beautiful
Your dreams will die
Your dreams will die
Your dreams will die
Your dreams will die
See you standing in a crowd
Faking a smile
There's nothing more
Nothing more
A single tear can change it all
You're dying in a silverstorm
When light's about to take control
Dying in a silverstorm
When hearts are buried in the cold
Never feel the touch of world
You were dying,
You were dying
Writer(s): Johann Ruud, Troll Toftenes, Jan Magnus Nymo, Andreas Nedrelid, Bjorn Laurendz Bommen
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