Still Alive by Attic Wolves Lyrics
A sheer ascent, a staggering height
Awaits those bent on braving winter's treacherous night
The clouds convey the darkest dream
Amidst the fray a single hope shines one lone beam
So we trek in greatest haste, chasing waning light
Though we're prone to fall away we will not lose sight
When the world comes crashing down my friend
I will pick you up again
Come hell or high water, flare light rushes skyward
Our beacon of hope in dark night
The slow burn reminds us against odds we are still alive
We heard the rain sing us to sleep
We've seen the trickling runoff tumble into the deep
We've felt the cold, we braced the storm
And as the thunder rolled we watched the tempest form
Now we've made a mess of this
Lost and left for dead
Staring down this precipice
Hanging by a thread
When the world comes crashing down my friend
I will pick you up again
Come hell or high water, flare light rushes skyward
Our beacon of hope in dark night
The slow burn reminds us against odds we are still alive
Hold on, help is coming. Hold on
Hold on, help is coming. Hold on
Hold on, help is coming. Hold on
Hold on, help is coming. Hold on
When the world comes crashing down my friend
I will pick you up again
Come hell or high water, flare light rushes skyward
Our beacon of hope in dark night
The slow burn reminds us against odds we are still alive
Awaits those bent on braving winter's treacherous night
The clouds convey the darkest dream
Amidst the fray a single hope shines one lone beam
So we trek in greatest haste, chasing waning light
Though we're prone to fall away we will not lose sight
When the world comes crashing down my friend
I will pick you up again
Come hell or high water, flare light rushes skyward
Our beacon of hope in dark night
The slow burn reminds us against odds we are still alive
We heard the rain sing us to sleep
We've seen the trickling runoff tumble into the deep
We've felt the cold, we braced the storm
And as the thunder rolled we watched the tempest form
Now we've made a mess of this
Lost and left for dead
Staring down this precipice
Hanging by a thread
When the world comes crashing down my friend
I will pick you up again
Come hell or high water, flare light rushes skyward
Our beacon of hope in dark night
The slow burn reminds us against odds we are still alive
Hold on, help is coming. Hold on
Hold on, help is coming. Hold on
Hold on, help is coming. Hold on
Hold on, help is coming. Hold on
When the world comes crashing down my friend
I will pick you up again
Come hell or high water, flare light rushes skyward
Our beacon of hope in dark night
The slow burn reminds us against odds we are still alive