The winter's sable skyline watched me as that train took me to you. The ocean blue, its inside of you, its life, its sprawling, its shark, its layered heart is around my neck and it chokes me it chokes me but I guess it doesn't kill me.
No-one really cares about me
So I climbed on top of the train
And on its rickety roof I lay
Absorbing the heat of the white stars
Like the whites of your eyes glowing dim
And the black stuff that surrounds them looks like a massive pupil
I leapt back in the coach rather shaken
Guthrie speaks!!
Sam Bass and his boys, they sacked our convoy
One held a revolver to my face
"Give me your fleece" said Sam Bass
And all my organs were dancing, my mind was expanding
Toward the moon and thoughts of you
I forked over the fleece for the first time of three
My my life in the palm of my hand
When I was holding yours
We roamed in a row and I was your only strand
Now what am I for
A forlorn cornered bore
I can see a shine at the end of this tunnel
Even though my watch reads midnight
Singularity Sue spoke in jungles
Her location locomotives like mine
"Why even try" I pry
There was an answer in her silence
Hello, how you been?
You've got new life and new friends
But I don't
You are such an out
Such a tool to fix my mouth
And all its screaming
How much of you is here And how much controls all my fears
With the misinterpretable lifting of a finger
I really don't care how much I care
(Breathing shaky, hold on to your hat, you move so fast, but the ground moves faster Hammer in hand, you finally lost it, complete exhaustion, drive your nails into me)
I fall asleep but I am awakened to your ghostly glowin figure holding my hand that was shakin and you gave me your coat then you told me to go home then the lights turned back on and the train started to go then I got really anxious and could barely breathe and when I made it to the station you were waiting there for me. I tried to wave hi, but you just looked so bleak; my hollow melting figure was all you could see.
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The winter's sable skyline watched me as that train took me to you. The ocean blue, its inside of you, its life, its sprawling, its shark, its layered heart is around my neck and it chokes me it chokes me but I guess it doesn't kill me.
No-one really cares about me
So I climbed on top of the train
And on its rickety roof I lay
Absorbing the heat of the white stars
Like the whites of your eyes glowing dim
And the black stuff that surrounds them looks like a massive pupil
I leapt back in the coach rather shaken
Guthrie speaks!!
Sam Bass and his boys, they sacked our convoy
One held a revolver to my face
"Give me your fleece" said Sam Bass
And all my organs were dancing, my mind was expanding
Toward the moon and thoughts of you
I forked over the fleece for the first time of three
My my life in the palm of my hand
When I was holding yours
We roamed in a row and I was your only strand
Now what am I for
A forlorn cornered bore
I can see a shine at the end of this tunnel
Even though my watch reads midnight
Singularity Sue spoke in jungles
Her location locomotives like mine
"Why even try" I pry
There was an answer in her silence
Hello, how you been?
You've got new life and new friends
But I don't
You are such an out
Such a tool to fix my mouth
And all its screaming
How much of you is here And how much controls all my fears
With the misinterpretable lifting of a finger
I really don't care how much I care
(Breathing shaky, hold on to your hat, you move so fast, but the ground moves faster Hammer in hand, you finally lost it, complete exhaustion, drive your nails into me)
I fall asleep but I am awakened to your ghostly glowin figure holding my hand that was shakin and you gave me your coat then you told me to go home then the lights turned back on and the train started to go then I got really anxious and could barely breathe and when I made it to the station you were waiting there for me. I tried to wave hi, but you just looked so bleak; my hollow melting figure was all you could see.
No-one really cares about me
So I climbed on top of the train
And on its rickety roof I lay
Absorbing the heat of the white stars
Like the whites of your eyes glowing dim
And the black stuff that surrounds them looks like a massive pupil
I leapt back in the coach rather shaken
Guthrie speaks!!
Sam Bass and his boys, they sacked our convoy
One held a revolver to my face
"Give me your fleece" said Sam Bass
And all my organs were dancing, my mind was expanding
Toward the moon and thoughts of you
I forked over the fleece for the first time of three
My my life in the palm of my hand
When I was holding yours
We roamed in a row and I was your only strand
Now what am I for
A forlorn cornered bore
I can see a shine at the end of this tunnel
Even though my watch reads midnight
Singularity Sue spoke in jungles
Her location locomotives like mine
"Why even try" I pry
There was an answer in her silence
Hello, how you been?
You've got new life and new friends
But I don't
You are such an out
Such a tool to fix my mouth
And all its screaming
How much of you is here And how much controls all my fears
With the misinterpretable lifting of a finger
I really don't care how much I care
(Breathing shaky, hold on to your hat, you move so fast, but the ground moves faster Hammer in hand, you finally lost it, complete exhaustion, drive your nails into me)
I fall asleep but I am awakened to your ghostly glowin figure holding my hand that was shakin and you gave me your coat then you told me to go home then the lights turned back on and the train started to go then I got really anxious and could barely breathe and when I made it to the station you were waiting there for me. I tried to wave hi, but you just looked so bleak; my hollow melting figure was all you could see.
Writer: Luke Sumner
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid