Ryan Burt - Jesse Intense lyrics

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Ryan Burt - Jesse Intense lyrics

I let go of these cold nights long ago and now it's time for you to follow suit Take those night sky tears and burning eyes stinging from pursuit; Take your regret and sallow timbre and throw it to the ocean Where misery can seek it out - you know misery loves a lonely stranger And you've been waiting with open arms for so long, so long Take a breath and roll it out, it's high time for your chest To resonate something more tangible. The angles, they're cutting in They're destroying the cohesion, cutting ties and k**ing friends So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face Like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight; Tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores And homeward bound, and homeward bound And you've been waiting with open arms for so long, so long Take a breath and roll it out, it's high time for your chest To resonate something more tangible. The angles, they're cutting in They're destroying the cohesion, cutting ties and k**ing friends So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face Like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight; Tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores And homeward bound, and homeward bound Oh yeah You'll find your solace, you'll find your solace You'll find your solidarity and peace You'll find your solace, you'll find your solace You'll find your solidarity and peace So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face Like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight; Tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores And homeward bound, and homeward bound So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face Like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight; Tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores And homeward bound, and homeward bound