Chase Dream from Exist by Chasing Traits

Harboured somewhere beneath the floorboards of my darkest young chase dreams,
I found some time lost, some I lost when I was scared of losing face,
Oh how we pledged to keep this time wrapped up inside our awful grip,
Perhaps we fell down,
Perhaps we missed out,
Perhaps we spaced it all this time.

If I learn to question everything I know and all its worth, would I learn to keep my eyes open and fixed upon the shore?

Sitting in the dark, shaking hands, frozen still and short breath, trying not to make a sound, sitting in the dark, shaking hands, frozen still and short breath.

• Ambient
• Post Hardcore
• Post Rock
• United Kingdom