Harbours of Stone

Stepping outside when the moment is right
Here I stand
This war was never meant to last
And we'll get fucked up in no time

Calling heads to bet on who'll win the game
In the end
Well, I don't really want to die
And I don't want your good advice

Miles away from the place we call home
Embracing their harbours of stone
On the line
Oh why were we taken away on the line?

Drop them around in the sand
How should I know why they all cry?
There must be dust inside their eyes

Miles away from the place we call home
Embracing their harbours of stone on the line
Oh why were we taken away, on the line?
Things will be gone if you're waiting too long

Stepping outside on the fence
I don't mind
I don't recall getting wasted
All my life

Stepping outside when the moment is right
I don't mind
Toying with death on the edge of my life
I don't mind
Loosing all bets 'cause no one wins the game
In the end



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Blakebrough, Michel Blanc, Robin Jossen, Thibault Schneeberger
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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