the feeling's alright we're burning out turn off turned out hold on all the same attach the cord to ground hard to let it go when it's on don't turn
Your answers fall as red lips on the receiver of your telephone when turning out means turning on and dial tones lost for all too long orders placed
a cursed shade of crimson spilt on distant shores hand slighted card from view when all's been sighted i'm through on the table is where we lay our truths
get out get out won't stake a claim or stand our ground for a minute started to awake by a curve in the road forward when we brake our late eyes closed edging on
