If i was to listen I'd turn back Give up on my reasons Forgive up the past You think i'd swallow that? Bearing weight in ceilings Just to stop and ask of Thora Zine Thora Zine, Thora Zine, Thora Zine They give you this They take away that Thora Zine
There'll be no others There'll be no long lost friends Empty on the insides Empty of a last pretense To stand by on feeling of the end So many lives A runaway life So many lies
When they locked you up they shut me out Gave me the key so I could show you round Yet we were not allowed Omens of the daydream But caught as you're bound in Thora Zine Thora Zine, Thora Zine, Thora Zine They give you this They take away that Thora Zine
There'll be no rallies There'll be no long lost friends Caught on a spotlight Running out of present tense To fix by a feeling of an end So many lives A runaway life Please come back Pease come back Pease come back, pale horse