| Song | Non Fiction |
| Artist | Touché Amoré |
| Album | Is Survived By |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Every moment can’t remain and every life | |
| won’t stay the same. With time comes a | |
| layer of rust and our bones will turn to dust. | |
| Everyone will fall away and every season is | |
| built on change. With time the paint will peel | |
| and all sense will lose it’s feel. Every cloth will | |
| start to fray and every night will become day. | |
| With time a mold will form and what’s cold | |
| can become warm. Every love can’t always | |
| stay and the dead will soon decay. With time | |
| we’ll all be gone but how you lived can live on |
| Every moment can' t remain and every life | |
| won' t stay the same. With time comes a | |
| layer of rust and our bones will turn to dust. | |
| Everyone will fall away and every season is | |
| built on change. With time the paint will peel | |
| and all sense will lose it' s feel. Every cloth will | |
| start to fray and every night will become day. | |
| With time a mold will form and what' s cold | |
| can become warm. Every love can' t always | |
| stay and the dead will soon decay. With time | |
| we' ll all be gone but how you lived can live on |
| Every moment can' t remain and every life | |
| won' t stay the same. With time comes a | |
| layer of rust and our bones will turn to dust. | |
| Everyone will fall away and every season is | |
| built on change. With time the paint will peel | |
| and all sense will lose it' s feel. Every cloth will | |
| start to fray and every night will become day. | |
| With time a mold will form and what' s cold | |
| can become warm. Every love can' t always | |
| stay and the dead will soon decay. With time | |
| we' ll all be gone but how you lived can live on |