Back of a Barrel Wave

A train, alighted. On my word, he's not a criminal.
His jaw was tightened. His brow it gave the game away.
Out of sight, out of mind and they'll die when they're done.
Out of sight, out of mind and the damages won.
I clasp both hands and make the final call.
Could you teach yourself to run before you walk.
But this realisation, raw dedication, false celebrations, kind of contagious.
Calm yourself down on the back of a barrel wave.
You'll never be saved. You'll never be.
I will say, you'll follow the wire that traces us back to the storm.
A plan. You're frightened. The source. He's not a criminal.
His jaw was tightened, his brow that gave the game away.
Out of sight, out of mind and they'll die when they're done.
Out of sight, out of mind and the damages won.
I clasp both hands and make the final call.
Can you teach yourself to run before you walk.
But this realisation, raw dedication, false celebrations, kind of contagious.
Calm yourself down on the back of a barrel wave.
You'll never be saved. You'll never be.
I will say you'll follow the wire that traces us back to the storm.
Is there anybody out there?
Clasp both hands. Make the final call.
You can teach yourself to run before you walk.
Despite our best efforts, it's what the papers will spin and his pride penned a letter and the glory was his.
Suburbia!
It spread like butter!
Realisation, raw dedication, false celebrations, kind of contagious.
Calm yourself down on the back of a barrel wave.
You'll never be saved. You'll never be.
I will say you'll follow the wire that traces us back to the storm.
I will say you'll follow the wire that traces us back to the storm.
Come breathe my air. And take it on the chin.
You're locked inside with the whites of my eyes.



Credits
Writer(s): William Raybould
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