Across a tattered tether binds Three days to two three nights to you and a lifetime of waiting is over I promise... I promise you dear. seven years and tears mold seven rings around my heart seven years of my dear would crawl us back to start but in all the lies in all my time I've never uttered here if I could tell you all I know it would amount to seven rings though the flame might burn this page a seventh sail would mend our age and the solace in our dreams remain held close by seven rings seven lives, my crimes open seven rings to you those yarns burns scars with seven flames from start to a quiet calm where we began these dreams to hold our minds and all creations prophets weep for the chance to give you seven rings And all that I am would amount to seven rings.