Текст песни
How can i talk of life and warmth, something soft and patient to reflect it s muse
Took to the ocean in a boat this time, there is light but there s a tunnel to crawl through
I d sing along if i could see past the oil slick, how can i talk of life and warmth
So i think we ll be fine, how predictable this is all you got
still got hope
I went looking for a song for you, there is love but its misery loves you
How predictable this is all you got, sound like an oil slick coating the wings we ve grown, there s still hope so i think we ll be fine
Took to the ocean in a boat this time, still got hope
there is light but there s a tunnel to crawl through
I went looking for a song for you, i went looking for a song for you, i ve got a voice like a gutter in a toxic storm
There is light but there s a tunnel to crawl through, there s still hope so i think we ll be fine
there goes a love song drifting out to sea
with four worn out limbs and not one love song
there is light but there s a tunnel to crawl through
All the dark words pouring from my throat, sound like an oil slick coating the wings we ve grown
Yet another selfish signpost to my ruin of faults, disastrous times, still got hope
How predictable this is all you got, i took a walk with all my brightest thoughts, there is light but there s a tunnel to crawl through
There is light but there s a tunnel to crawl through, there goes a love song drifting out to sea
in these disastrous times
Only an idiot would swim through the shit i write, disastrous times
i ve got a voice like a gutter in a toxic storm
So it came to pass and i came home, in these disastrous times Oil, with four worn out limbs and not one love song
all the dark words pouring from my throat
Over the dark words pissing from my throat, i ve got a voice like a gutter in a toxic storm
Sound like an oil slick coating the wings we ve grown, i d sing along if i could hear over the oil slick, something soft and patient to reflect it s muse
Only an idiot would swim through the shit i write, there is light but there s a tunnel to crawl through Frightened, yet another selfish signpost to my ruin of faults
Disastrous times, in these disastrous times Oil, still got hope
How can i talk of life and warmth, so it came to pass and i came home Frightened, so it came to pass and i came home
there is light but there s a tunnel to crawl through
so i think we ll be fine
something soft and patient to reflect it s muse
There goes a love song drifting out of my reach, disastrous times