Next Move

Here it comes
you make your next move
watch it all go by
lost into the sound
of wasted butterflies
dying on the air
you won't move your hand
when it's over it's over
you forget to care

Here it comes
wash it all away
birds won't sing again
everything will fade
let's move with our lifes
nothing left to see
bodies decomposing
of people we loved and
thought they once were free

It's all dying (hearts that are broken)
It's all dying (cracks were kept open)
It's all dying (hearts left with nothing)
It's all dying (soulmates that won't be)