Lyrics: Conner Molander/Dylan Phillips/Portielje Devon
Music: Christophe Dubé/Conner Molander/Dylan Phillips/Portielje Devon
You can hear the engines at the road
You can feel the concrete, you can feel the cold
You can swear this is the last time
That you're gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold
Is it burning like a fever? Is it nothing at all?
The pattern of the sunrise, patterns in the salt
You can swear this is the last time
That you're gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold
Is it what you ask for?
Is it what you ask for in the night?
Used to wake you up
Is it what you ask for in the night? (That's right, let's hear it)
Is it what you ask for?
Is it what you ask for in the night?
Used to wake you up
Is it what you ask for in the night?
Do what you can live with
Don't stop for me
Don't stop for me
All that you ask for
Is it what you ask for in the night?
Used to wake you up
Is it what you ask for in the night? (That's right, let's hear it)
Is it what you ask for?
Is it what you ask for in the night?
Used to wake you up
Is it what you ask for in the night?
Don't fall for it, it sets your mind reeling
All of it, it's a pattern astray
So come off of it, in your sleep you kept saying
"Come on (Come on, come on, come on)"
Don't fall for it, it sets your mind reeling
All of it, it's a pattern astray
So come off of it, in your sleep you kept saying
"Come on (Come on)"