Strands

歌詞

There is a slowness on the throttle Possibility at hand Painted out of a corner Brakes to bind the strands To decide within the barstore Overshadows feeding in the lurch Just survived by a stone's throw The decision wheel's at work Used to be found it temporary Sirens stir the seeds of regret Gathered clouds are unleashing Sounds to walk and place your bet Squatters on high stations The talkers that hold sway The verbal backslide rushes out Like grapeshot-fine spray No anchor drops sanctuary No earmark begins to show No finding it uncovered Just a wide swing tremolo Broken-down lessons learned Redeemed on epitaphs Pop line folded regulars With countance to switchback Echo farewell to midnight To the loneliness of the chase To the minutes passed as red letter To the vision fields defaced No pangs provide the levy Breaking out of the throes No revelry decided Just a wide swing tremolo No mercy in a pokerface Twenty year before you go No sentence yet decided Just a wide swing tremolo