Undertow in Negative

To call it a day
To put a stick in all this pain
American sorrows
Washing down my windowpane
And white powder is shooting up
Reminds me of the throne
Down the sights of this gun

But if I'd known
The way home
Would go through the trees
Fallen leaves and endings
And I'm calling my friends
Just to get the sea involved
Well God puts me in positions of choosing
Homes in the undertow



Credits
Writer(s): Luca Martínez Bergamin
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