Calling your name
Standing upon the shore
Recalling the shame
Never attempted to
Share the blame
Ask for only the
Things you kept
For yourself in the silences
Staking a claim
Speaking with broken teeth
Things we became
Flinch from the touch of the
Fears we'd tame
Wrapped in honesty
Run like deer in the grey of the morning"What could be" was the song that I sang
Pictures falling that we used to hang
Roads that lead to a future of one
Don't you know we're supposed to be gone?
Ears to the ground
Listen for honesty
Waver like sound
Straining to hold your tongue
Rumours abound
Leaping over the
Walls we built from the bricks of our silence
Kings that we crowned
Ruling with golden fists
Clocks that run down
Time that we chased after
Routes we found
Followed endlessly
Searched for clarity hiding in bedclothes"What could be" was the song that I sang
Pictures falling that we used to hang
Roads that lead to a future of one
Don't you know we're supposed to be gone?
Birds are calling
Singing warnings to fly
Trade our secrets
Waking sleepless
Ohhh
Ink and paper
Wasted labour
Dead lines
Golden circles
Dress rehearsals for life
Shouldn't have cried
Wake with the morning's tears
Raining inside
Wait for the dewdrops to
Clean the air
Wash the words of the
Dust that grew on the green of our garden"What could be" was the song that I sang
Pictures falling that we used to hang
Roads that lead to a future of one
Don't you know we're supposed to be gone?
Unfuture - Picture Hooks Lyrics
Unfuture - Picture Hooks Lyrics
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Calling your name
Standing upon the shore
Recalling the shame
Never attempted to
Share the blame
Ask for only the
Things you kept
For yourself in the silences
Staking a claim
Speaking with broken teeth
Things we became
Flinch from the touch of the
Fears we'd tame
Wrapped in honesty
Run like deer in the grey of the morning"What could be" was the song that I sang
Pictures falling that we used to hang
Roads that lead to a future of one
Don't you know we're supposed to be gone?
Ears to the ground
Listen for honesty
Waver like sound
Straining to hold your tongue
Rumours abound
Leaping over the
Walls we built from the bricks of our silence
Kings that we crowned
Ruling with golden fists
Clocks that run down
Time that we chased after
Routes we found
Followed endlessly
Searched for clarity hiding in bedclothes"What could be" was the song that I sang
Pictures falling that we used to hang
Roads that lead to a future of one
Don't you know we're supposed to be gone?
Birds are calling
Singing warnings to fly
Trade our secrets
Waking sleepless
Ohhh
Ink and paper
Wasted labour
Dead lines
Golden circles
Dress rehearsals for life
Shouldn't have cried
Wake with the morning's tears
Raining inside
Wait for the dewdrops to
Clean the air
Wash the words of the
Dust that grew on the green of our garden"What could be" was the song that I sang
Pictures falling that we used to hang
Roads that lead to a future of one
Don't you know we're supposed to be gone?
Standing upon the shore
Recalling the shame
Never attempted to
Share the blame
Ask for only the
Things you kept
For yourself in the silences
Staking a claim
Speaking with broken teeth
Things we became
Flinch from the touch of the
Fears we'd tame
Wrapped in honesty
Run like deer in the grey of the morning"What could be" was the song that I sang
Pictures falling that we used to hang
Roads that lead to a future of one
Don't you know we're supposed to be gone?
Ears to the ground
Listen for honesty
Waver like sound
Straining to hold your tongue
Rumours abound
Leaping over the
Walls we built from the bricks of our silence
Kings that we crowned
Ruling with golden fists
Clocks that run down
Time that we chased after
Routes we found
Followed endlessly
Searched for clarity hiding in bedclothes"What could be" was the song that I sang
Pictures falling that we used to hang
Roads that lead to a future of one
Don't you know we're supposed to be gone?
Birds are calling
Singing warnings to fly
Trade our secrets
Waking sleepless
Ohhh
Ink and paper
Wasted labour
Dead lines
Golden circles
Dress rehearsals for life
Shouldn't have cried
Wake with the morning's tears
Raining inside
Wait for the dewdrops to
Clean the air
Wash the words of the
Dust that grew on the green of our garden"What could be" was the song that I sang
Pictures falling that we used to hang
Roads that lead to a future of one
Don't you know we're supposed to be gone?
Writer: Matt Andrews
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid