Texty:
Kick Over The Traces The Sleeping Voice

It might be just me Or maybe something's in the air. That tells me This is turning northwards towards me. Then again, The wind is always changing. And

The night is young, and my ear can't stop ringing From the disconnected line, screams your lack of interest. You with your selling for avoiding leaves

day And the moon will push the sun away And I'm sitting here wishing and regretting. Time is what I don't have To be sitting here with priorities forgotten over

even sleep, try not to keep your eyes closed. Cuz if you do, when you awaken, your so-called spot will be taken. I'll take you over like a greedy executive