Lyrics: Samba Jean-Baptiste/Alana Markel
Music: Samba Jean-Baptiste
—Three
It was the only one thing under-radar
The windows left wide open
You know they shouldn't be smoking, they are
Yeah
It was a place I've never been
It was the only reason we could play lost
The clouds parting nearby
They made me close my eyes
Believe it
Ain't nothing I can't conquer
A mountain ain't no bother
A striking, a scenic
(Neatly)
Green light image painted
The red lights left to safety
(Know what to think)
Easy
Break inside a car
(Trip and fly)
Evidence and all
(Nothing to waste, darling)
(Falsify)
Building blocks of law
Who they think they are?
(Patience, pages)
Why am I wasting time?
Isn't it painful?
We could've saved it ten times over
(I'm coming up, coming up, coming up, coming up, ahh)
The big wide world's our angel
(Coming up, coming up, ahh)
The monster might be closer
You still hold me tight
You're supposed to say
You're complaining is played out
I am running about
You're running around
I broke this
Spell bind
Fresh air
Ask me why
I've gone so
Soon dear
Blessed lands
Dark for me
It's a broken laugh (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Tall spine
Clenched tooth
Open mine
But the way it goes
Blurred lines
Of destiny
Hell rival gently