Killing My Borrowed Time

What will there be left
If you're not there to carry me home?
What will there be left
If you're not there to steady my shaking bones?
What would there be left?

I'm killing my borrowed time
I'm killing my borrowed time
I'm killing my borrowed time

What will there be left
If the tide rolled in and swallows you whole?
What will there be left
If the light within got buried up in the snow

Hey, I'll cut your throat
How little your money's worth
Like a bird into a jet plane
I'm bringing you back to earth

Killing my borrowed time
I'm killing my borrowed time
It's been a long time coming
Don't you look so surprised
It's the death of all loving
Let's go out on a high
I'm killing my borrowed time

Oh, yeah
Oh whoa, whoa



Credits
Writer(s): Gus Green, Cameron Winter, Foster Hudson, Max Bassin, Dominic Digesu
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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