The Collapse of the Great Tide Cliffs Songtext
von The Dear Hunter

I thought that I was framed front and center
But I′m distant and your depth of field is shallow

Low light turn to night and all can be ignored
Blind eyes pre-occupied with the surface more than the core

Though my lenses cracked right down the center, I saw you
And through shattered lie, your beauty remained flawless

Low light turn to night and all can be ignored
Blind eyes pre-occupied with the surface more than the core