Thin Lines
Immersed in our self-righteous reflections
The dream is over, and it's not our fault
It's a crying shame that you're completely insane
And, I promise you, this wound will stink and burn with salt
For better or worse I'm sure
We'll follow each other to the ends of the earth
And nobody can tell us
You've got it kid
You're the best and there's better
Learn how to fall, we'd travel around the world
Around the world to get her
This shard of crimson earth is warm
I'm not tired, I'll stay for a while, with you
When the beacon comes knocking inside
I'm not tired, I'll play for a while, in you
In you
Immersed in our self-righteous reflections
The dream is over, and it's not our fault
It's a crying shame that you're completely insane
And, I promise you, this wound will stink and burn with salt
For better or worse I'm sure
We'll follow each other to the ends of the earth
And nobody can tell us
Immersed in our self-righteous reflections
The dream is over, and it's not our fault
It's a crying shame that you're completely insane
And, I promise you, this wound will stink and burn with salt
The dream is over, and it's not our fault
It's a crying shame that you're completely insane
And, I promise you, this wound will stink and burn with salt
For better or worse I'm sure
We'll follow each other to the ends of the earth
And nobody can tell us
You've got it kid
You're the best and there's better
Learn how to fall, we'd travel around the world
Around the world to get her
This shard of crimson earth is warm
I'm not tired, I'll stay for a while, with you
When the beacon comes knocking inside
I'm not tired, I'll play for a while, in you
In you
Immersed in our self-righteous reflections
The dream is over, and it's not our fault
It's a crying shame that you're completely insane
And, I promise you, this wound will stink and burn with salt
For better or worse I'm sure
We'll follow each other to the ends of the earth
And nobody can tell us
Immersed in our self-righteous reflections
The dream is over, and it's not our fault
It's a crying shame that you're completely insane
And, I promise you, this wound will stink and burn with salt
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Writer(s): Christopher Smith
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