Resin: In your ribs I see more than bones Something lost I had long ago All the words are meaning so much more As you say them without a clause Now I'm letting all you in You caught me falling In white water An open hand You found my wreck In pieces there And all my resin Glowing red Could turn to amber, I will still be there. Written by Dustin Tebbutt and Harrison Storm Produced by Dustin Tebbutt Horn arrangement by Ross Irwin Drums: Josh Schuberth Distributed by Gyrostream

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