When Saints Go Machine - On The Move lyrics

I'm traveling the world And my world's on its knees And there's blood on my hands From the blue centuries And dear brother of mine Left a hole in this soul of mine When the plane licked on the ground Hit the sky light went out Room for strange thoughts On the move Doctors say I'm normal With crazy in me Came out too hard To john the young in beliefs Left the crowd and the lead With a promise hard to keep Broadcast down A pill no peak Room for strange thoughts On the move Hold on tight At a loss with our senses Add on second obsessions Wick of Lazarus fate Patiently suffering Like a kick In the face of the brave Eternity is never late Room for strange thoughts On the move