Song | To Vanish |
Artist | Stray From The Path |
Album | Villains |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We all heard it: | |
Your Collision with the sofa bed | |
that set off one hundred thousand car alarms. | |
There's nothing left. | |
There's nothing left of me. | |
You're withering away. | |
You're getting lost in your systematic extraction. | |
What once was clear, has now disappeared. | |
And you'll keep playing, | |
And I'll keep thinking: | |
'Hour by hour, hours spent.' | |
'Hour by hour, hours spent.' | |
'Hour by hour, hours spent.' | |
It's the type of thing cannot be kissed and made better. |