Minuteman of the Hour
We'll take a picture if memory wnats to be in second place
And tear if to pieces if we know where we stand
Intimate discourse operates heart strikes
Right in the button
Call it what you will
You already know that in a dream we're quite a sight to be seen
In the back of my mind of the minuteman of the hour
Even in my dreams she things I'm a fool cos it's always sunny here
It could be summer always in my head
And while the dark of a silent night keeps the world at bay
Generations worth of thought bring her here
In the back of my mind od the minuteman of the hour
On the turn we fall behind
It's a killer cool who can turn this around
And bring the tide in high with the world at bay
Generations worth of thought bring her here
Stay a while and watch me pray
Drop your guard
What you give is what you get
And on my marks we will proceed to death
While I'm so far away
Don't touch me
Even with your thoughts
This home is subject to change between the timelines
While you can never know what you truly own
You see, you hear, you hate, you store, you move on
Don't touch me
Even with you thoughts
And tear if to pieces if we know where we stand
Intimate discourse operates heart strikes
Right in the button
Call it what you will
You already know that in a dream we're quite a sight to be seen
In the back of my mind of the minuteman of the hour
Even in my dreams she things I'm a fool cos it's always sunny here
It could be summer always in my head
And while the dark of a silent night keeps the world at bay
Generations worth of thought bring her here
In the back of my mind od the minuteman of the hour
On the turn we fall behind
It's a killer cool who can turn this around
And bring the tide in high with the world at bay
Generations worth of thought bring her here
Stay a while and watch me pray
Drop your guard
What you give is what you get
And on my marks we will proceed to death
While I'm so far away
Don't touch me
Even with your thoughts
This home is subject to change between the timelines
While you can never know what you truly own
You see, you hear, you hate, you store, you move on
Don't touch me
Even with you thoughts
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Woodcock, Alistair Challans, Gareth Grover, Thomas Jackson, William Jeffree
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