Your love was always yours to give We'll start another war But you're always wounded perfectly For what you're living for Your eyes have wept a thousand tears You never needed mine The crime is never what you steal But what you leave behind And maybe I'm too blind to see The line was always crossed in me. And maybe I'm too far to reach But what's inside of you's the same as me. When the soul dies, It burns like the page, We pass through the gates. We pass through the gates. We pass through the gates. We pass through the gates. We pass through the gates. We pass through the gates. Your soul was never yours to keep, It's barely in you now. The bullet from the shell it leaves, Strips it to the ground. And maybe I'm too blind to see, The fire is all that walks with me. And maybe I'm too starved and weak, But what's inside of you's the same as me. It's a place where we all belong, Gives rise to our very own. It's a call in the air we breathe, A sign to the everything. It's a call from where we've gone, To a place we've always known. It's a sign everywhere you go, It's a call when all have gone. To the place where all are from, It's a call to our very own. Gives rise to everyone, It's a path we've always known. Gives way to everything, Gives rise to the night. Gives way to the everything, Takes hold to the all we know. Gives rise to the night Gives rise to the everything.