Letra de Measures

Can I keep it at bay?
Can I hold off the sentence and delay the decisions you made?
Can I stop the wheels from turning even if you've set you track?
What good will it make if I pretend and ignore this?
Keep my tongue tied 'til you're gone
Kindled flame put out by water dripping from the holes we made
Convoluted conversations are dreary
A tired heart that's bleak and weary
Place it in a box
And brush it aside
Is this goodbye?
Bid your goodbyes
A long road measured by hеartbeats
A sound that leads us close back homе
A violent wind that keeps the distance in between the calming waves
A second slate a chance to win again
I will sort it out
And I will sort it out