Did I end at the start
Gone deaf at the gunshot from the word "go"
And I can't read lips, but I know the word "no"
Just time for a quick recap
Spirit started to lift, then a full collapse
Still trust for the best, but it's traveling slow
And I think my mind's enough to make it so
Clear a path. Make a way
Ready myself 'cause the door's swinging open someday
Burned out on your star signs
My palms only show all the work I've done
Feels like all I achieved last year was once more 'round the sun
Fortune favors the fortunate, I guess
It's all a matter of perspective
At best, it's providence
At worst, it's music for my friends
And I think I'm fine no matter how it ends
I think I've finally started making sense
Empty Atlas - Florence Lyrics
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Did I end at the start
Gone deaf at the gunshot from the word "go"
And I can't read lips, but I know the word "no"
Just time for a quick recap
Spirit started to lift, then a full collapse
Still trust for the best, but it's traveling slow
And I think my mind's enough to make it so
Clear a path. Make a way
Ready myself 'cause the door's swinging open someday
Burned out on your star signs
My palms only show all the work I've done
Feels like all I achieved last year was once more 'round the sun
Fortune favors the fortunate, I guess
It's all a matter of perspective
At best, it's providence
At worst, it's music for my friends
And I think I'm fine no matter how it ends
I think I've finally started making sense
Gone deaf at the gunshot from the word "go"
And I can't read lips, but I know the word "no"
Just time for a quick recap
Spirit started to lift, then a full collapse
Still trust for the best, but it's traveling slow
And I think my mind's enough to make it so
Clear a path. Make a way
Ready myself 'cause the door's swinging open someday
Burned out on your star signs
My palms only show all the work I've done
Feels like all I achieved last year was once more 'round the sun
Fortune favors the fortunate, I guess
It's all a matter of perspective
At best, it's providence
At worst, it's music for my friends
And I think I'm fine no matter how it ends
I think I've finally started making sense
Writer: Micah Smith
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