Small towns burn a little slower

Rooftops won't come to you

Small towns burn a little slower
Phantoms dance in semantics.
There's no pure way to describe what I'm feeling.

[Chorus:]
But I'll still try to crystallize my lifetime.
So when I die, I can survive as a melody.
Will these songs be enough for us to secure our legacy.

There's no room for logistics when dealing in the mystical.
You can't transcribe them as statistics or anything so typical

[Chorus 2:]
But I'll still try to search for God in my mind so when I die,
I can survive as more than memories.
Will these songs be enough for us to secure our legacy?

Phantoms dance in semantics.
There's no pure way to describe what I'm feeling.
But I'll still try...

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