Trap door I'm standing on
Your guns keep me face down
A freight train that's knocking on
Your stained glass window pane
Cracks in the shade
Our souls weaving
Over a bridge miles and miles away
Take me with you
But I know you never will
You'll burn it down
Make sure to erase it all
Is it too much to ask
When everything seems to lead your way
An insignificant strain of thought
Has carried my life away
Under a red moon your devil purges
Disgust wallows in unremorseful eyes
Blank television stare
You've never looked at me so strange
Well I'll never look at you again
Four words you say
That leave the unfettered tongue
I'll never believe you my dear
But tell me who ever does
Moths in the Attic - Forward (Live Sessions) Lyrics
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Trap door I'm standing on
Your guns keep me face down
A freight train that's knocking on
Your stained glass window pane
Cracks in the shade
Our souls weaving
Over a bridge miles and miles away
Take me with you
But I know you never will
You'll burn it down
Make sure to erase it all
Is it too much to ask
When everything seems to lead your way
An insignificant strain of thought
Has carried my life away
Under a red moon your devil purges
Disgust wallows in unremorseful eyes
Blank television stare
You've never looked at me so strange
Well I'll never look at you again
Four words you say
That leave the unfettered tongue
I'll never believe you my dear
But tell me who ever does
Your guns keep me face down
A freight train that's knocking on
Your stained glass window pane
Cracks in the shade
Our souls weaving
Over a bridge miles and miles away
Take me with you
But I know you never will
You'll burn it down
Make sure to erase it all
Is it too much to ask
When everything seems to lead your way
An insignificant strain of thought
Has carried my life away
Under a red moon your devil purges
Disgust wallows in unremorseful eyes
Blank television stare
You've never looked at me so strange
Well I'll never look at you again
Four words you say
That leave the unfettered tongue
I'll never believe you my dear
But tell me who ever does
Writer: Zack Fletcher
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave