Verse:
Trust now sigh, there's no money in her eyes
No otheropenly ambivalent gestures, or lies
They're Never to teach themselves commiseration
My life, of my own accord, accordingly
North or South to the thought of Ascension
Chorus:
I I I don't know who to believe anymore
we're running through closed doors woah
This is simply the kind of an opulent sky.
Oh oh oh oh oh tattered
Oh oh oh oh oh broken
Verse 2:
There's a ghost that lives deep in the south, if I told you where she was, she'd know you by now.
Lately I've been running, heading back down, I'm always trying to figure it out.
Lately I've been feeling really low, lately I've been out on my own. Tattered laces and broken eyes.
Bridge:
He said, In just under a year, I've been everywhere but here, just to find sometimes I don't open up my eyes. I don't like the feeling knowing in the hills there's nothing growing, a dark charade in a golden cave what's left now but all the lights that fade.