From

Written by: Christopher Wellbelove

From the cobbled shores where distant memories and drawn
From the loneliest heights where the second never lies
From empty streets where dreams play unseen
From where all that was lost gently hugged more than before
From every spiteful thought that suffocated all that was yours
From a vacuum of silence that trebles the night
From those who have all discovering nothing more
From beginning that ends that doesn't need or want to make sense
From beginning to start where we lose or find our part