Friends With Enemies

Lines that imply the space

Will be friends with the enemies

Lost in your sense of taste

Did you know you were next to me

Labour days, wounded hearts

How we fade, how false we start

I'm stuck on this long island beach

Where I'll make an army from my enemies

A faint disarray of intention

And I'm a guest of your invention

What's the rest of this dance?

Does the promise of this still stand?

As we get what we can

Well, there's too much within your head

Labour days, wounded hearts

How we fade, how false we start

I'm stuck on this long island beach

Where I'll make an army from my enemies

Cut the locks, cut the tide

I don't ask, behind your eyes

Shallow bones can make a friend

How I missed the shut again

Labour days, wounded hearts

How we fade, how false we start

I'm stuck on this long island beach

Where I'll make an army from my enemies