(I) read a sign on concrete and I swerve left with a phantom limb
(It read "I remember" and I guess I always will)
And through torn lips and charred teeth I heave a little prayer
(From underneath a holy mess that reeks of karma and gas)
If they look they're gonna see I never hit the brakes
(Kept going faster, kept going faster)
'Cause I felt sweet freedom call from beyond the grave
So I wish I see you two, locked in an embrace
It's gonna be my cue to offer up my hand
Until each vessel in it is twisted into a hundred painful knots
Oh I'll grind and go to work - I'll do a number
And I'll dig you out of every stupid scar on me
With a piece of scrap hope
And I'll be wearing that same smile you put on to break the quiet
And though nothing seems to work when I'm trying to forget
Those images
Still I should off myself but green means go
Hoi-Poi Farplane Wind - Busybody/Lazybones Lyrics
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(I) read a sign on concrete and I swerve left with a phantom limb
(It read "I remember" and I guess I always will)
And through torn lips and charred teeth I heave a little prayer
(From underneath a holy mess that reeks of karma and gas)
If they look they're gonna see I never hit the brakes
(Kept going faster, kept going faster)
'Cause I felt sweet freedom call from beyond the grave
So I wish I see you two, locked in an embrace
It's gonna be my cue to offer up my hand
Until each vessel in it is twisted into a hundred painful knots
Oh I'll grind and go to work - I'll do a number
And I'll dig you out of every stupid scar on me
With a piece of scrap hope
And I'll be wearing that same smile you put on to break the quiet
And though nothing seems to work when I'm trying to forget
Those images
Still I should off myself but green means go
(It read "I remember" and I guess I always will)
And through torn lips and charred teeth I heave a little prayer
(From underneath a holy mess that reeks of karma and gas)
If they look they're gonna see I never hit the brakes
(Kept going faster, kept going faster)
'Cause I felt sweet freedom call from beyond the grave
So I wish I see you two, locked in an embrace
It's gonna be my cue to offer up my hand
Until each vessel in it is twisted into a hundred painful knots
Oh I'll grind and go to work - I'll do a number
And I'll dig you out of every stupid scar on me
With a piece of scrap hope
And I'll be wearing that same smile you put on to break the quiet
And though nothing seems to work when I'm trying to forget
Those images
Still I should off myself but green means go
Writer: Kostas Grammadas
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