Atlas Genius - Friends With Enemies lyrics

Lies that imply the space We'll be friends with the enemies Lost in your sense of taste Did you know you were next to me? Labor days, wounded hearts How we fade, how false we start I'm stuck on this Long Island beach Where I'll make an army for my enemies A faint disarray of intention And I'm a guest of your invention What's the rest of this dance? Does the promise of this just end? Just to we get what we can Well there's too much within your head Labor days, wounded hearts How we fade, how false we start I'm stuck on this Long Island beach Where I'll make an army for my enemies Cut the loss, cut the time I don't ask, behind your eyes Shadow bonds can make a friend How I missed the shadow games Labor days, wounded hearts How we fade, how false we start I'm stuck on this Long Island beach Where I'll make an army for my enemies