Killing Season

You dropped the keys down seven storeys
You count the cranes out, fifteen this week
Outskirts, post-peak, spirits high
It's never easy to say goodbye, bye

You caught a lion's heart, held it in your arms
Where has the time gone seven years on?
Outskirts, post-peak, spirits high
Oh, it's never easy to let things die or slide

I'm not your brother, I wouldn't hurt you like they do
I'm not your mother, I'd never make you feel that blue
Leave for the outskirts, post-peak with spirits high
Learning to let go, learning to leave some things behind
Learning to leave some things behind

You dropped the keys down
Learning to leave some things behind
You count that cranes out
Learning to leave some things behind
And you twist the corkscrew
Turn by turn, you run further from reason
It's killing season

Killing season
Killing season
Killing season
Killing season
Killing season
Killing season
Killing season
Killing season



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Joseph Connolly, Neil Foot, Kelvin Barr
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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