It's a stranger's choir when I choose to move on,
When the dark comes up we will float over buildings,
Your new year's treaty left us with foul breath,
I'd wash it off with a glass of familiar love.
There's thronging danger waiting for footsteps,
It seemed to cross the fences the wrong way,
You reckon we will be meeting at days end,
It's a highway call to wave all your white flags,
You reckon we will be meeting at days end,
It's a highway call to wave all your white flags.
Yea, I feel worthless despite your claims,
Yea, I feel run down by all your stains,
Yea, I feel worthless despite your claims,
Yea, I feel run down by all your stains,
Your stains, your stains, your stains, your stains, oh no...
