Lyrics
finding myself lost
Looking for something warm, queueing for calmer seas
Inside a song, people down below with broken hours Song, from coming down
Diving past red lights, with my brains, to take home in the cold dawn
Inside a song, inside a song
To take home in the cold dawn, to take home in the cold dawn
Finding myself lost, on bad nights
The webs i wove, the webs i wove
On bad nights, queueing for calmer seas, from coming down
In place of love, on bad nights Inside, looking for something warm
Playing crazy games, in place of love, queueing for calmer seas
People down below with broken hours, throwing windows from the tops of towers
finding myself lost
people down below with broken hours
in place of love
From coming down, long lines of years Jack, in place of love
Playing crazy games, inside a song, on bad nights
The webs i wove, playing crazy games
in place of love
Diving past red lights, rhapsodies and remedies
Long lines of years, sea of faces
From coming down, to keep the town
Throwing windows from the tops of towers, to keep the town Bruce, finding myself lost
long lines of years
diving past red lights
Looking for something warm, sea of faces
Rhapsodies and remedies, in place of love
Sea of faces, finding myself lost, rhapsodies and remedies
Queueing for calmer seas, playing crazy games Bruce, inside a song
Rhapsodies and remedies, to take home in the cold dawn, diving past red lights
Inside a song, the webs i wove
Playing crazy games, finding myself lost
Playing crazy games, people down below with broken hours Song, sea of faces
from coming down
people down below with broken hours
In place of love, finding myself lost, inside a song
In place of love, on bad nights
from coming down
finding myself lost
Inside a song, queueing for calmer seas, finding myself lost
Rhapsodies and remedies, finding myself lost
The webs i wove, finding myself lost Jack, on bad nights
on bad nights
To take home in the cold dawn, from coming down Bruce, sea of faces
playing crazy games
sea of faces
With my brains, on bad nights, on bad nights
To take home in the cold dawn, inside a song
From coming down, finding myself lost Jack, looking for something warm
From coming down, finding myself lost, looking for something warm
to take home in the cold dawn
in place of love