Humid longing in the street
Creatures chewing at their needs
The breeze in cuffs can eat you up, easy when you're young
And you're tired of taking, take what you get
living glamors up a hill
Just to roll you back down, so you ge the feel
Again it's your pride that pays, more than you'll every think
The chewing gum believers drone
Can you return that stare?
Can you maintain that whole?
Bag it happy as we came
At the dawn we died again
Sometimes the general pace, seems like some great escape
Where every moment feels like a break for it
You in the outer folds
Needs for the creeping western ?tolls?
We can't feel real at all
Time is a force is a breaking ?point?
You in the outer folds
Needs for the creeping western ?tolls?
We can't feel real at all
Time is a force is a breaking ?point?
How do we frame the long road home?
Tell our friends we're almost done
So it becomes the rule, run when the running's cool
And the writing comes, undone
Can you return that stare?
Can you maintain that whole?
You in the outer folds
Needs for the creeping western ?tolls?
We can't feel real at all
Time is a force is a breaking ?point?
You in the outer folds
Needs for the creeping western ?tolls?
We can't feel real at all
Time is a force is a breaking ?point?
