High Vis

Falling by
Burnt tyres on the sea
Lifeless flights
To our barricaded tree

I'm in high vis
Running from their plans
Don't know what my line is
Don't place bricks in my hands

Picking glass
As a storm conjures ahead
What was last?
A footnote best left unread

I'm in high vis
Running from their home
(Running, running, running, running, running)
Don't know what my line is
(Yeah)
I hate the nights, and yet, I'm less alone

I'm in high vis
Running from their ground
I don't know what my line is
(Yeah, yeah)
Take me with your sound

I need to go back
I need a return from this ordinary hell
And no, I don't wanna hear that
Every waking second, now, I'm miserable
I'm not difficult
I'm just fending for myself

(How are you today?)

(Whoever needs them, don't hesitate)



Credits
Writer(s): Mateus De Sá
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