In amber a document, every hour that we've spent
and won't get back
So learn to fail without regret, lay to rest with each breath, with each breath
In amber a thread, weave every skin you shed
to use again
In amber a thread, suspended but not dead, but not dead

Grace the pitch that we deserve

In amber a thread, weave every skin you shed
to use again
In amber a thread, suspended but not dead, but not dead

Grace the pitch that we deserve...