Our conversation takes a turn
I'm glad it wasn't long cause I am tired
I want to get back home
Behind this shadow is a man
Looking to have a drink
Anywhere but here
Was there a rule I wasn't meant to break?
Was there a feeling I wasn't meant to have?
Unwound at home, with a white glassy stare
I think I'll play dead and let you pull the line
Left alone I would wither away
You can vouch for my worst mistake
Drag me along just for the ride
I'll follow you I've got no plan
Behind this shadow there's a light
Grab on to me and pull the line
Was there a rule I wasn't meant to break?
Is this a feeling I wasn't meant to have?
Was there a rule I wasn't meant to break?
Was there a feeling I wasn't meant to have?
Unwound at home, with a white glassy stare
I think I'll play dead and let you pull the line
Pull the line