[ti:No Argument]
[ar:Sleeping at Last]
[al:Yearbook]
[00:18.56]Like starting war
[00:25.92]Like spilling ink
[00:34.63]Like the empty street
[00:42.20]You swore you saw
[00:44.66]Before you blinked
[00:50.93]There’s no second thought
[00:59.00]There’s no turning back
[01:06.86]There’s no calling off
[01:14.89]This avalanche
[01:21.78]
[01:38.11]Every day, now spent
[01:46.28]Underneath white flags
[01:54.20]Every intention, eclipsed
[02:02.06]By every stain of the past
[02:10.22]There’s no argument
[02:18.33]Fairness is a ghost
[02:26.64]There’s no argument
[02:34.71]It is a rare bird at the most
[02:41.98]But every sighting is proof
[02:50.19]And every heart-beat proves it too:
[02:58.05]That only love can change the shape
[03:06.08]Of such permanent truths
[03:14.59]Of such permanent truths
[03:22.05]Such permanent truth