Acta non verba.

I love this place, but it's haunted without you. My tired heart is beating so slow. Our hearts sing less than we wanted... We wanted. Our hearts sing 'cause we do not know, we do not know. To light the night, to help us grow... To help us grow. It is not said I always know. You can catch me. Don't you run... Don't you run. If you live another day in this happy little house. The fire's here to stay.