don’t wanna sit here flinch and wait till the day has switched it’s blade guess he’s been talking on his phone convincing fish to swim back home
if hands spread words they just can’t grab to bring back home nothing but crap our crappy children fall for holes where giants’ll step right onto their very souls
please, mr. landslide take my hand and pull me out of this fucking sand we all need woods to dive into and perfect slumber for me and you
what a perfect luxury this is how come we’re waiting for a fix while chapels wake up every sound and happy coupples all around
drop the phone, I’m coming down black out that overrated sound where’s your shore? I can’t see the ground there aint no planets for this sinking town
leave your door open, so I can come in they can’t seperate us, we’re not giving in our kids don’t need charlatans but a friend that’s a friend next time we’ll know better don’t let go of my hand, take hold of my hand
…pull yourself together for another dance!
drop the phone, time’s running out black out that overrated sound where’s your shore? I can’t see the ground there aint no planets for this
drop the phone, time’s running out black out that overrated sound where’s your shore? I can’t see the ground there aint no planets for this...