Skies ripped open by the sun
Daylight comes but not soon enough
Speed down your track in search of you
Strapped to the back of what we do
Anaesthetize these troubled nerves
Over to you to make it work
Agents of change set headfires
Id rather starve than fake alive
Lost to the cities of the night
Lost in the world to make it right
Heartbreak
Heartbreaking
Novocaine wont help the pain
Im out of control
Im a hurricane
Head and heart are broken down
Out of control, Im in a hurricane
Hurricane
Win some ground but I lose you
Its never explained how to make it through
No rope, no cash, no serpentine
All love buried on a bonfire
Good to see you follow
Good to see you come again
Miles of Water
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