Flatline
You said you wanted to give up
You set it down a long time ago anyway
Now we're losin' daylight
Gonna drown in the dark when there's nothin' to save
Holdin' on to the flatline
Quiet the beating in my chest
Find ourselves in the frontlines
In this war of killing time
We don't have to keep this up
We don't have to turn to stone
Just put your hand in mine and don't let go
And we don't have to watch it fall
A corrosion in heaven
When you love the rose but you crave the thorn
A small rip in the echo
Resurrect the rapture we both mourn
We'll dance the flatline
In the ashes of what's left
Find ourselves on the frontline
In this war of little white lies
We don't have to keep this up
We don't have to turn to stone
Just put your hand in mine and don't let go
And we don't have to watch it fall
But if we could just hold on will it make things right
Or should we just let go and brace ourselves
For the flatline
We don't have to keep this up
We don't have to turn to stone
Just put your hand in mine and don't let go
And we don't have to watch it fall
Just put your hand in mine and we won't have to watch it fall
