Songtexte

I swear to you, we'll make it Just take a sip and let me drive this car There's a god of the stoned who wouldn't let us break it This incredible journey's under the radar Don't worry about anything in the whole universe Tomorrow we'll laugh about today Anxiety will just make the travel worse I promise, nothing will stand in our way You'd better play With your ticktocks Get yourself a beat Give your heart some shocks You'd better mock This very sec You wear your woes Wrapped around your neck Just pass the bottle, I need someone to save me My mouth and throat are impossibly dry I wish it was summer and we were heading to the sea I miss her eyes reflecting the sky You'd better play With your ticktocks Get yourself a beat Give your heart some shocks You'd better mock This very sec You wear your woes Wrapped around your neck Running to the border Of unconsciousness's disorder Our vision extends To the beauty of the sunrise Saying our last goodbyes And time suspends Breaking into pieces Finally releases The tensions we've stored The survivors will have to Light some candles for those whom They once adored
Writer(s): Gordon Wallace Bamford, George Byron Hill, Mark Louis Branconnier, Matthew Âlexander Mckay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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