歌詞

Idiot winds Best let them blow themselves out There's no point staring at the sun Let's take a trip Just until our skins burn Grace in the face of monsters Slowly adrift through the town There are answers to be found Computers of the past The junk from living too fast A slow pull back For the big reveal Slowly adrift through the town There are answers to be found
Writer(s): Stephan Paridjanian, Oliver Knights, Matthew Myer, Robert Allum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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