Song | Finer Days |
Artist | Smog |
Album | Red Apple Falls |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Granted passage | |
Into the finer days | |
How i got here | |
I do not know | |
And if it were all to disappear | |
I would not know how to return | |
And all of my old friends | |
Wat me to stay down down down | |
With them | |
I could extend them a hand | |
But they would only pull it off | |
In their grasp, in their power | |
So i find myself | |
Isolated Isolated in these fine, fine days |