Dead Web ​The Chills

There's slumber on the land
Dawn slow to break
And then rays rouse your memory
You lie awake and shake there

The last time you saw them
Gains such significance
The things that you'd hoped
Stop making any difference

So think about the fallen bravely in the morning
It'll take some believing later in the evening
When the sun's gone down and solitude surrounding
Makes you wish they'd come around, only once more

Let them go
They just have to unwind
Don't hold them back
They must leave you behind
All's said and done
You can't keep them around
Bound up in dead web
Dead web, dead web, dead web

I see there has to be a mourning after
I wonder whey the race to mourn the last though
And smother those soaked in sorrow