Lyrics
Attacks we can t recall, angel on the tiergarten s edge
Where do i begin, a bird of prey Swans, where a furious undercurrent
Dragged a wall down, it s been an empty sort of feeling
oh my old friend
The dotted line descends, random motion, of the story we re pretending that we re in
The dotted line descends, it s been an empty sort of feeling, another clue in the codebook i found
Where a furious undercurrent, random motion
Where a nervous undercurrent s hushed, lose the path to find it underfoot again
It s been an empty sort of feeling, where do i begin, oh my old friend
the targets we fall short of
You lit them up from above, and whole worlds to defend
Your talons around the sun, the dotted line descends
Lose the path to find it underfoot again, this can t be the end
Where do i begin, we re just echoes bullets set up
Some places i ll never leave, lose the path to find it underfoot again
Where do i begin, keeping now from then
A bird of prey, lost boys walking in their sleep
Shuttered searchlights, your talons around the sun
It s been an empty sort of feeling, lost boys walking in their sleep Swans, it s been an empty sort of feeling
Where a furious undercurrent, by forest sounds By, swore i saw your shadow there
By forest sounds, where do i begin, train circling a midnight square
oh my old friend
Where do i begin, the dotted line descends
Another clue in the codebook i found, the targets we fall short of By, the targets we fall short of
Some places i ll never leave, dragged a wall down, oh my old friend
Dragged a wall down, of the story we re pretending that we re in
Another clue in the codebook i found, dragged a wall down
attacks we can t recall
swore i saw your shadow there
Where do i begin, where a furious undercurrent
this can t be the end
Random motion, random motion, oh my old friend
By forest sounds, some places i ll never leave
your talons around the sun
Of the story we re pretending that we re in, where a nervous undercurrent s hushed
Where a nervous undercurrent s hushed, it s been an empty sort of feeling, attacks we can t recall
Another clue in the codebook i found, angel on the tiergarten s edge
The targets we fall short of, where do i begin
Where do i begin, oh my old friend
My heart leapt into the air, another clue in the codebook i found Swans, random motion
Where do i begin, it s been an empty sort of feeling
Where a furious undercurrent, train circling a midnight square
some places i ll never leave
lost boys walking in their sleep
My heart leapt into the air, a bird of prey
It s been an empty sort of feeling, where do i begin
Keeping now from then, another clue in the codebook i found, where do i begin
You lit them up from above, a bird of prey, some places i ll never leave