| Song | Paradise |
| Artist | Darkest Hour |
| Album | Undoing Ruin |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| After midnight’s glow and morning’s gloom has settled in its self-inflicted sense of self-loathing waking up from the longest dream where we’re all running away it’s a sobering experience still sinking still spinning still hanging by a thread | |
| I’ve been thinking | |
| I’ll stop wasting the days away and make life worth living controlling these demons and stopping sirens from screaming lapsing in and out of this great escape a love-hate relationship we’re all stuck in our ways and as we drown everyday we revel in our self-indulgence and wonder why we feel so trapped, in our bodies in our rooms, in our cities, with our words, with our words still sinking still spinning still hanging by a thread | |
| I’ve been thinking | |
| I’ll stop wasting the days away and make life worth living controlling these demons and stopping sirens from screaming lapsing in and out of this great escape a love-hate relationship we’re all stuck in our ways and as we drown everyday we revel in our self-indulgence and wonder why we feel so trapped, in our bodies in our rooms, in our cities, with our words still sinking still spinning still hanging by a thread start thinking, stop wasting, start make life worth living |
| After midnight' s glow and morning' s gloom has settled in its self-inflicted sense of self-loathing waking up from the longest dream where we' re all running away it' s a sobering experience still sinking still spinning still hanging by a thread | |
| I' ve been thinking | |
| I' ll stop wasting the days away and make life worth living controlling these demons and stopping sirens from screaming lapsing in and out of this great escape a love-hate relationship we' re all stuck in our ways and as we drown everyday we revel in our self-indulgence and wonder why we feel so trapped, in our bodies in our rooms, in our cities, with our words, with our words still sinking still spinning still hanging by a thread | |
| I' ve been thinking | |
| I' ll stop wasting the days away and make life worth living controlling these demons and stopping sirens from screaming lapsing in and out of this great escape a love-hate relationship we' re all stuck in our ways and as we drown everyday we revel in our self-indulgence and wonder why we feel so trapped, in our bodies in our rooms, in our cities, with our words still sinking still spinning still hanging by a thread start thinking, stop wasting, start make life worth living |
| After midnight' s glow and morning' s gloom has settled in its self-inflicted sense of self-loathing waking up from the longest dream where we' re all running away it' s a sobering experience still sinking still spinning still hanging by a thread | |
| I' ve been thinking | |
| I' ll stop wasting the days away and make life worth living controlling these demons and stopping sirens from screaming lapsing in and out of this great escape a love-hate relationship we' re all stuck in our ways and as we drown everyday we revel in our self-indulgence and wonder why we feel so trapped, in our bodies in our rooms, in our cities, with our words, with our words still sinking still spinning still hanging by a thread | |
| I' ve been thinking | |
| I' ll stop wasting the days away and make life worth living controlling these demons and stopping sirens from screaming lapsing in and out of this great escape a love-hate relationship we' re all stuck in our ways and as we drown everyday we revel in our self-indulgence and wonder why we feel so trapped, in our bodies in our rooms, in our cities, with our words still sinking still spinning still hanging by a thread start thinking, stop wasting, start make life worth living |