[male
vocals] (
Soft
acoustic
guitar
picking
fades
in) (
Deep
sigh)
Yeah,
Moraa
Just
listen
for
a
moment
Since
the
day
we
met,
my
skies
were
painted
blue
Every
sunrise
felt
like
it
was
only
just
for
you
I
never
claimed
to
be
an
angel,
never
claimed
to
be
the
saint
I’
ve
got
my
shadows,
baby,
I’
ve
got
my
share
of
paint
But
I
sat
down
tonight
to
finally
let
it
show
Every
heavy
secret
that
you
deserve
to
know
I
might
have
wronged
you
in
the
ways
I
let
you
down
But
I’
m
stripping
off
the
silence,
I’
m
putting
down
the
crown
And
these
messages
you
send,
they
cut
me
to
the
bone
I’
m
sitting
in
the
wreckage
of
a
house
that’
s
not
a
home
I’
ve
had
enough
of
hiding,
I’
ve
had
enough
of
games
I’
m
tired
of
the
whispers
and
I’
m
tired
of
the
names
Moraa,
what
have
you
chosen?
Do
you
still
choose
me?
Or
is
this
the
final
tide
that
pulls
us
to
the
sea?
I’
ve
gained
a
little
wisdom
from
the
bitter
things
I’
ve
said
But
truth
has
got
a
timing
that
keeps
circling
in
my
head
I’
m
not
asking
for
your
mercy,
I’
m
just
asking
for
the
light
To
see
if
there’
s
a
future
left
to
salvage
in
the
night
You
see
me
at
my
lowest,
you
see
me
at
my
core
I’
m
standing
at
the
threshold
of
your
closing
wooden
door
If
you
want
to
walk
away,
I’
ll
find
a
way
to
stand
But
I
need
to
know
the
ending
of
the
map
within
your
hand
And
these
messages
you
send,
they
cut
me
to
the
bone
I’
m
sitting
in
the
wreckage
of
a
house
that’
s
not
a
home
I’
ve
had
enough
of
hiding,
I’
ve
had
enough
of
games
I’
m
tired
of
the
whispers
and
I’
m
tired
of
the
names
Moraa,
what
have
you
chosen?
Do
you
still
choose
me?
Or
is
this
the
final
tide
that
pulls
us
to
the
sea?
Just
tell
me
the
truth,
baby,
I’
ll
be
okay
I’
d
rather
have
the
darkness
than
a
lie
that’
s
tucked
away
Even
if
it
shatters
every
dream
I’
ve
held
so
tight
I
just
need
to
know
if
you’
re
leaving
me
tonight
And
these
messages
you
send,
they
cut
me
to
the
bone
I’
m
sitting
in
the
wreckage
of
a
house
that’
s
not
a
home
I’
ve
had
enough
of
hiding,
I’
ve
had
enough
of
games
I’
m
tired
of
the
whispers
and
I’
m
tired
of
the
names
Moraa,
what
have
you
chosen?
Do
you
still
choose
me?
Or
is
this
the
final
tide
that
pulls
us
to
the
sea?
I’
ll
be
okay,
Moraa
If
that’
s
what
you
choose
Just
tell
me
the
truth (
Fade
out
with
soft
piano
chords)