Woorden:
Race The Sun The Rest Of Our Lives Is Tonight

the air is bruised with ghostly fumes of condensed smoke but in my interpretation the world's not moved she sleeps tonight the harvest breeze will refrain

my wallet it's only getting lighter i'll keep it folded for now it's a paper weight and i'd love to say it's easier to move, to breathe, to walk so much

the door is closed the lock is latched and i'm the first to have my fingers under this one could anyone see them? i got both hands on the knob pulling

i hope right now you're drowning in your tears and your lungs will burst more than ever flooding your room there's no way out this time you're better

day dreaming as i take this routine stroll leap over sidewalks skipping stones to ripple this still reservoir i've been mislead i've hindered someone

i know your hands i know your hands were designed to do more than right now you're just scratching the scabs off your knuckles only your dreams play