Текст песни vowel - these hands

these are our dying dreams. this is when we wake up.
these same dreams haunt us daily, these same haunts plague us nightly.

waiting as patient as i was, why were you found waiting me out?
i can't recall what you said, but your voice is still in my head.
and i hate it. i fucking hate it.

it's always the times that define us, are the times that make us ill.
it's always the times that define us, are the times that put us to sleep.
it's always the times that define us, are the times you wish you'd forget.

you wish you could forget the sunrise, and i was just waiting for you to walk across those plains again.

these are our dying dreams, this is when we wake up.