Lyrics

You don't like it, but follow his every move You were caught on his shoulder, you know it's true We'll pretend that is different, but people know--- Simple mistakes our brothers show You're falling in the mood Your body is alive You're falling in the mood Your body is a lie And every line that you wrote Sank to the bottom of you You're falling back on--- Every line you drew, sank to the bottom of you Parallel yellow lines, you recognize from a former life Now falling back towards her shelter Hoping you'll drown before the weather You're falling in the mood Your body is a lie And every line that you wrote Sank to the bottom of you You're falling back on--- Every line you drew, sank to the bottom of you Every line you drew, sank to the bottom of you Every question you wondered to It held you down, it kept you grounded like glue Every line you drew, sank to the bottom of you Every line you drew, sank to the bottom of you
Writer(s): Lincoln Lute, Gordon Taylor, Christopher Panerio, Marshall Hunt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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