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A stable footing on your steep slopes I know I'm close to losing it all You covered your tracks with black ice I think I finally decided to stay Remember that time you said Don't wait up, well did you hear me in the end? I've got the empty of a rag The night we toasted all our deals I've got the empty of a rag Or the smiling cover of our own shells Shifting limbs from there's so many Can hardly believe any Thought I'd find something smarter to say Your eyes to the dark, my regard to the wind We're finding something ??? back to the French So let's not kid ourselves I see that love has so much weight So let's not kid ourselves Let's not fall in the wake Our holding's only good for the day Standing on these frozen slopes Our whole days that we could forget Ascending, ascending, ascending too late Ascending, ascending, ascending too late Ascending, ascending, ascending too late From Letras Mania