Border On Control
Falling out of view now,
I've more than understood,
Inching from the firelight,
Burning under wood.
Each time I feel like I'm in the middle,
Of losing it all,
It's a new day,
But I'm scared to leave the silence of my hole.
Fissures in the salt lake,
Are cracking under foot,
Wounds burn through the leather soles,
Stinging as they should,
I'm waiting 'til the moment's right,
To slip from all these things I know.
Oh it borders on control,
At the border of your soul,
Oh it borders on control,
At the border of your soul,
And it feels like it should.
Scratching through the dirty flowers,
Broken in the woods,
The damp smell of a broken heart,
Is fading as it should,
I'm waiting 'til the moment's right,
To slip from all these things I know.
Oh it borders on control,
At the border of your soul,
Oh it borders on control,
At the border of your soul,
And it feels like it should.
Oh it borders on control,
At the border of your soul,
And it feels like it should.
Feeling from the way,
You said I won't survive,
I guess I got my timing wrong.
Feeling from the way,
You said I won't survive,
I guess I got my timing wrong.
I've more than understood,
Inching from the firelight,
Burning under wood.
Each time I feel like I'm in the middle,
Of losing it all,
It's a new day,
But I'm scared to leave the silence of my hole.
Fissures in the salt lake,
Are cracking under foot,
Wounds burn through the leather soles,
Stinging as they should,
I'm waiting 'til the moment's right,
To slip from all these things I know.
Oh it borders on control,
At the border of your soul,
Oh it borders on control,
At the border of your soul,
And it feels like it should.
Scratching through the dirty flowers,
Broken in the woods,
The damp smell of a broken heart,
Is fading as it should,
I'm waiting 'til the moment's right,
To slip from all these things I know.
Oh it borders on control,
At the border of your soul,
Oh it borders on control,
At the border of your soul,
And it feels like it should.
Oh it borders on control,
At the border of your soul,
And it feels like it should.
Feeling from the way,
You said I won't survive,
I guess I got my timing wrong.
Feeling from the way,
You said I won't survive,
I guess I got my timing wrong.
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Writer(s): Jeremy Sonnenberg, Samuel Mullaly, John Bourke, Lee Owen Armstrong
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