Look Up

My pride preys for
Amplification and real big wide lenses
But mortality disagrees
The heart counts down its beats
My heart counts down its beats

You can choose
To scrape away the patterns from your shoes
Because you know that eventually
Those patterns will wash away

So lose yourself
In the maze that fits in the space where the second hand starts
And finishes
(Wooh!)
The shortest interval on your wrist
I guarantee you that down the line
You will come back to it

Therein's your blue sky
Therein's your blue sky

Therein's your blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies)
Therein's your blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies)

Therein's your blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies / In a smell, in a smile, in a sound)
Therein's your blue sky
(Biggest of blue skies)



Credits
Writer(s): Peyton Heinig
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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