Bandits
Born to run, playing bandits with fake guns
Hair undone, rain on tongues
How did I forget this
How did I forget this
The lingering smell of gasoline on your shirt
Crossed our hearts
Golden and righteous
A hundred years of excavations
To finally blow the dust off my lashes
These mortals' cages
Weren't made for bandits like us
For bandits like us
Now, some say I'm soft as the stars that you wish upon
But I'm a pawn and a player too
Look deep, you'll see the clues
I want what you want but it's amplified
And I'm scared it'll take all of my time
To cross these lawless lands
To cross these lawless lands
A hundred years of excavations
To finally blow the dust off my lashes
These mortals' cages
Weren't made for bandits like us
For bandits like us
Twenty odd years that I've given
Twenty odd years that it's taken
Still, they say you've got some time, kid
But the tide is closing in
Twenty odd years that I've given
Twenty odd years that it's taken
Still, they say you've got some time, kid
But the tide is closing in
A hundred years of excavations
To finally blow the dust off my lashes
These mortals' cages
Weren't made for bandits like us
For bandits like us
Hair undone, rain on tongues
How did I forget this
How did I forget this
The lingering smell of gasoline on your shirt
Crossed our hearts
Golden and righteous
A hundred years of excavations
To finally blow the dust off my lashes
These mortals' cages
Weren't made for bandits like us
For bandits like us
Now, some say I'm soft as the stars that you wish upon
But I'm a pawn and a player too
Look deep, you'll see the clues
I want what you want but it's amplified
And I'm scared it'll take all of my time
To cross these lawless lands
To cross these lawless lands
A hundred years of excavations
To finally blow the dust off my lashes
These mortals' cages
Weren't made for bandits like us
For bandits like us
Twenty odd years that I've given
Twenty odd years that it's taken
Still, they say you've got some time, kid
But the tide is closing in
Twenty odd years that I've given
Twenty odd years that it's taken
Still, they say you've got some time, kid
But the tide is closing in
A hundred years of excavations
To finally blow the dust off my lashes
These mortals' cages
Weren't made for bandits like us
For bandits like us
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Writer(s): Erika Lamon, Maxime Nolet
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