Slip

Your distraction covered it all
In friends, you don't know the meaning in us
Down in the city saying it all
Don't know how to talk, dimensional thoughts

And I won't let it slip, even if I can't carry this
I won't let it slip, even if I can't carry this

In St. Peter's waiting in line
Too bright to define you out in your mind
Pull me closer, drag me to death
Always well-dressed, probably for the best

And I will toe the line, no matter how it looks in time
I will toe the line, no matter how it looks in time

No surrender, fight with your fists
You're calling it quits, it ends with a kiss
Aramaic lying in the walls
Story you told, some dream you were sold



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Stephenson
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