Lyrics

We're never goin' to get it back So don't start slippin' now Holdin' it inside your hands As the hours get spilled Is it even real? Do you feel it spinnin'? Underneath our feet Formin' like a figment Blood tied Whether we try to fight or not The outline Will be just like it was before In orbit Until the dyin' of the sun No sayin' Whether we stay or when the endin' comes A memory that we have That's older than our bones Tryin' not to let it crack From the weight of us Is it even real? Do you feel it spinnin'? From the Seven Hills To the River Lea Blood tied Whether we try to fight or not The outline Will be just like it was before In orbit Until the dyin' of the sun No sayin' Whether we stay or when the endin' comes
Writer(s): Ed Smith, Matt West, Paul Brown, Sam Cunnington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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