Lose me in
Half truths and alibis.
I want to believe in you.
I want you to lose me in half truths and alibis.
The feeling is,
The feeling is one I remember from way back when.
Way back when we were kings,
And the way that the cold left its mark on our skin.
You buried my head in the sand.
We were slipping up slowly.
Cold hands wrapped around our throats,
And as the storm about us broke,
Well we were busy making plans,
Plans to keep ourselves afloat.
We rise, we fall, we pitch, we yaw,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, repeat.
We rise, we fall, we pitch, we yaw,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, repeat.
We rise, we fall, we pitch, we yaw,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, repeat.
We rise, we fall, we pitch, we yaw,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, repeat.
We rise, we fall, we pitch, we yaw,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, repeat.
We rise, we fall, we pitch, we yaw,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep.
The feeling is,
The feeling is one I remember from way back when.
Way back when we were kings,
And the way that the cold left its mark on our skin.
You buried my head in the sand.
We were slipping up slowly.
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- Beacons
- Beacons EP
- The Shallows
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 139
- This Skin Full of Bones
- Sirens
- He Who Saw the Deep
- Spencer Perceval
- Elegies To Lessons Learnt
- Progress Reform
- Sea of Regrets
- Hope is not Enough
- The Deception
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 88
- Dance to the Radio: Still Occupied Though You Forget
- Gothic Compilation, Part XLIX
- We Go Hunting
- Extreme Traumfänger 11
- A ROOK HOUSE FOR BOBBY
- The Art of Sysyphus, Volume 37