White Moth Black Butterfly - Evelyn

The wind is changing, the storm is rising
The battle begins with the bitterness inside me
My heart was racing, I was safety-chasing
I'm the last one to win, and suddenly losing

You're the times I'm biding
This mirror image of you will bring me home
There I'll wait for you

I've been living in the shadow of your grave
(And the memories beside me)
I let you watch me fall
The battle begins