Smoking Guns


We travel these highways like lost smoking guns
Pushed over to falter when the damage is done
With every accomplishment to go up in flames
Due to one selfish action that you couldn't contain

Angels keep rising with wings set on fire
While below lay the ashes from a life of desire
So ungrateful the excess carving reasons to fake
Every last bit of effort that we chose not to take

You can light me up under the paper moon baby
You can light me up when I make it back home
While for every mile travelled our seasons unravel
All to share the unknown, all to share the unknown

Now everyone's looking for a reason to stay
In the arms of a future they could never escape
Until life starts to choke it, hanging tight 'round your neck
Like a fleeting romance that you couldn't reject

You can light me up under the paper moon baby
You can light me up when I make it back home
While for every mile travelled our seasons unravel
All to share the unknown, all to share the unknown

In every split second a highway is born
With some bottleneck traffic for our exits adorned
So while nothing worth having can come without pain
We're like pilgrims unsettled in the warm summer rain
We're like pilgrims unsettled in the warm summer rain

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