The Low
Expound your sounds
I know that you can do it
Spell out, spell out
Familiar with the ruin
All the lights go dim
And you feel the pressure
That's the sound of the big mistake
Coming back again
Where did all the love go?
I ate it up again
Never should have ate my tongue
And spit it out again
I can see the trees and the bloody apron
Hear the sounds of the mob with the guns
Calling out my name
I can hear the fleet
See their angry faces
Undeniably the source of the spark
That put the house in flames
I know that you can do it
Spell out, spell out
Familiar with the ruin
All the lights go dim
And you feel the pressure
That's the sound of the big mistake
Coming back again
Where did all the love go?
I ate it up again
Never should have ate my tongue
And spit it out again
I can see the trees and the bloody apron
Hear the sounds of the mob with the guns
Calling out my name
I can hear the fleet
See their angry faces
Undeniably the source of the spark
That put the house in flames
Credits
Writer(s): Garett Hatch
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