Fast ahead but going back
On floating scales and bleeding tracks
Bitches made for winning hands
All playing through our last demands
Filters off and coming down
An era lost inside the sound
We're humming to our favourite songs
Distorted but still going strong
Now I can't seem to find where it all went amiss
So unsettled by the sounds of this endless abyss
I miss the little things that comfort me
That cover up these tradgedies
But I'm fine, fine oh yeah
Oh yeah...
While we're tracing every shiver up and down your neck
Always finding evolutions that we'll never dissect
Nothing's quite as clear as you'd like to pretend
It's like spilling out a cancer that you can't comprehend
Running from the ghosts of your singular past
Faults to be replaced were never destined to last