|
[ti:] |
|
[ar:] |
|
[al:] |
| [00:08.54] |
I stopped watching from the first home |
| [00:15.36] |
We're gathering for a throne |
| [00:19.71] |
Taped up with a gold top |
| [00:24.45] |
Feather covered, |
| [00:25.99] |
We're combing over dead shots |
| [00:32.78] |
Forcing old hymns through a naked swim |
| [00:43.90][00:38.97] |
We're crawling up from the cold whims |
| [01:17.23][01:07.71][00:58.10] |
Tell me when you're out |
| [01:43.83] |
We're caught limping through the back door |
| [01:49.70] |
A fever twist, nothing more |
| [01:54.50] |
Death toll for a whistle blow |
| [01:58.26] |
The giant levers, stolen off the marrow |
| [02:08.02] |
Claiming tried friends with an empty tact |
| [02:18.95][02:14.22] |
Appeal enough and we fall back |
| [03:01.72][02:52.07][02:42.64][02:33.17] |
Tell me when you're out.... |