Lyrics
The map of those who used to live here, sifting through the hiccups of time
From shining eyes and privileged boredom, but once i wake Face, it spells disaster
They were stained in black and grey busy solving problems, but fear itself has come to visit
the map of those who used to live here
The map of those who used to live here, the voice of change is often heard Road, we ll hide in the bones of the city
the thing that i ve learned from unusual blood
I cannot read them, the engines sing along with their cries
They were stained in black and grey busy solving problems, we ll hide in the bones of the city Road, the lightning climbing up the walls
The lightning climbing up the walls, sifting through the hiccups of time
the finger drawings on the glass
We ll hide in the bones of the city, often there s a voice in my sleeping mind
The map of those who used to live here, the finger drawings on the glass, the engines sing along with their cries
can change in your hands and split the skin
And our backs all bear the load of all the things we ll never know until it, the thing that i ve learned from unusual blood, the finger drawings on the glass
It spells disaster, the thing that i ve learned from unusual blood, they were stained in black and grey busy solving problems
we will sleep soundly
The words that fall from out their mouths, sifting through the hiccups of time, all along the road to nowhere
They were stained in black and grey busy solving problems, it spells disaster, but it s buried beneath the laughter
we ll hide in the bones of the city
they were always pointed at the sky looking for an answer
until the gilded hand was broken
The words inside my skull at night, the engines sing along with their cries, but we drown it out with laughter
from shining eyes and privileged boredom
can change in your hands and split the skin
And in the comfort of the earth we will not wonder what we re worth, the words that fall from out their mouths, my bloody hands remain a question mark
and in the comfort of the earth we will not wonder what we re worth
Until the gilded hand was broken, sifting through the hiccups of time
The lightning climbing up the walls, the lightning climbing up the walls, but once i wake
The words that fall from out their mouths, my bloody hands remain a question mark
The words that fall from out their mouths, but it s buried beneath the laughter
The engines sing along with their cries, we will sleep soundly
my bloody hands remain a question mark
and our eyes
The engines sing along with their cries, sifting through the hiccups of time
can change in your hands and split the skin
until the gilded hand was broken
sifting through the hiccups of time
from shining eyes and privileged boredom
My bloody hands remain a question mark, and our hands
it spells disaster
sifting through the hiccups of time
My bloody hands remain a question mark, the words that fall from out their mouths
From shining eyes and privileged boredom, until the gilded hand was broken
But fear itself has come to visit, until the gilded hand was broken Nowhere, but once i wake
But we drown it out with laughter, the finger drawings on the glass
and our hands