Stories
Ground control
Has no idea
The radio's dead
But I'm still here
I took the step
Into the clear
Turned to the darkness
And I felt no fear
I'll tell these stories to my children if i ever meet them
Rows and rows of finished work i think that's what i'll look like
Like a man who's got his shit together suit and tie and
Maybe a vest? it's the hardest test
When will I
Say goodbye
A life without fear
I feel it coming near
I passed the rest
But there's still so much ahead
I passed a few
Well now i think i'm coming to, oh
How many times
Am i gonna be this late?
It's the same shit
Just a different date
What's the use of keeping track
If my decisions are already made
What's the use in comin back, oh
Ground control
Has no idea
The radio's dead
But I'm still here
I took the step
Into the clear
Turned to the darkness
And I felt no fear
I'll tell these stories to my children if i ever meet them
Rows and rows of finished work i think that's what i'll look like
Like a man who's got his shit together suit and tie and
Maybe a vest? it's the hardest test
When will I
Say goodbye
A life without fear
I feel it coming near
I passed the rest
But there's still so much ahead
I passed a few
Well now i think i'm coming to, oh
Has no idea
The radio's dead
But I'm still here
I took the step
Into the clear
Turned to the darkness
And I felt no fear
I'll tell these stories to my children if i ever meet them
Rows and rows of finished work i think that's what i'll look like
Like a man who's got his shit together suit and tie and
Maybe a vest? it's the hardest test
When will I
Say goodbye
A life without fear
I feel it coming near
I passed the rest
But there's still so much ahead
I passed a few
Well now i think i'm coming to, oh
How many times
Am i gonna be this late?
It's the same shit
Just a different date
What's the use of keeping track
If my decisions are already made
What's the use in comin back, oh
Ground control
Has no idea
The radio's dead
But I'm still here
I took the step
Into the clear
Turned to the darkness
And I felt no fear
I'll tell these stories to my children if i ever meet them
Rows and rows of finished work i think that's what i'll look like
Like a man who's got his shit together suit and tie and
Maybe a vest? it's the hardest test
When will I
Say goodbye
A life without fear
I feel it coming near
I passed the rest
But there's still so much ahead
I passed a few
Well now i think i'm coming to, oh
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Writer(s): Willoughby Gray
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