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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