Ardor in D
We're the archives of all the regrets
That are written in the lines upon our face
We're all the love that we reject
And all the love that we choose to embrace
We're the edits that we make
To pages of our own history
We're truths that we chase
And the truths we choose to stay a mystery
We're the people that we think about
When we think about how much things have changed
We're the ardor of our innocence
Turning to the martyrdom of age
We're all the things we hold
And all the things we chose to leave behind
We're memories that when we we're old
Awaken us in the middle of the night
We're the people that we think about
When we think about how much things have changed
We're the ardor of our innocence
Turning to the martyrdom of age
Writer/s: The North Country
