Lyrics
Distance and speed have left us too weak, as if we had recovered, or forged beyond believing
it s not a religion
a storm is slowly forming
It s just a way of making you speak, as if we had recovered
in the space between our houses
our instruments have no way
Our documents are useless, suddenly you re old, something eating up our days
And destination looks kind of bleak, our elements are burned out
Our beasts have been mistreated, i feel it every morning
In the space between our bodies, in the space between our houses
it s not a religion
I need it by this evening, a storm is slowly forming, in the space between our houses
a storm is slowly forming
Our documents are useless, in the space between our bodies Church, i feel it every morning
I feel it every morning, something eating up our days, something eating up our days
Some bones have been discovered, our elements are burned out, it s just a way of making you speak
Something eating up our days, our instruments have no way
Just one caress, you re powerless
Like all those clapped-out swingers, our documents are useless
Our beasts have been mistreated, or penetrate the ceiling
One solar day, our documents are useless The, or forged beyond believing
Something eating up our days, our elements are burned out, our elements are burned out
or penetrate the ceiling
Draconian winter unforetold, a storm is slowly forming, our documents are useless
or penetrate the ceiling
I need it by this evening, and destination looks kind of bleak
It s the only way, suddenly you re old
in the space between our houses
The air has grown small fingers, our elements are burned out
Some bones have been discovered, our beasts have been mistreated
Or penetrate the ceiling, one solar day
in the space between our bodies
Your little envelope just makes me cold, in the space between our bodies
Some bones have been discovered, your little envelope just makes me cold, or penetrate the ceiling
in the space between our houses
our instruments have no way
It s not a religion, just one caress, just one caress
Can never cut below the floor, some bones have been discovered
In the space between our bodies, in the space between our cities, draconian winter unforetold
We ll get this road completed, the air has grown small fingers
A storm is slowly forming, the air has grown small fingers, we ll get this road completed
A storm is slowly forming, i need it by this evening
One solar day, it s just a way of making you speak
Our elements are burned out, we ll get this road completed
suddenly you re old
your little envelope just makes me cold
Can never cut below the floor, like all those clapped-out swingers, i feel it every morning
You re powerless, as if we had recovered
Like all those clapped-out swingers, the air has grown small fingers