Finest Hour Lyrics

Finest Hour lyrics

The scent of night on your fingertips

Touch of velvet on your rose petal
lips

Scream of lives my senses afray

The music spoke what our words
could not say



Don't break, in the finest hour

Don't break, in
the finest hour



A Darklit drive on the plains of awry

Smooth
and fruit from a sane god's eye

Secret longing passion, passing as we
bathe

In the rule of silent wanderlust haze



Don't break, in
the finest hour

Don't break, in the finest hour



Den of
midnight, blood on the wire

We watch as sadness, fuels the moral pyre

The sea of gloom, wades out of the room

Dining on hope, we both licked
the spoon



Don't break, in the finest hour

Don't break, in the
finest hour