The World Between

歌詞

The streets (a) ghost theater of headlights and petrol steam But you know we're waiting, walking forwards Lost control, our hands' cold grip These killing tools pop culture wears. Fools follow fools The more we think, the further we'll fall And when I look past all the days before The hurt and loss won't last through, what's true: The missing part of me, isn't me at all It's you. In the city dawning restless souls to find an ear We hold in our hands that world. We hold in our hands that world. The picture I keep safe in my heart of folding time is here We hold in our hands that world We hold in our hands that world For all the friends Looking past the long idle talk through the fogged in bar windows Peering out into the wet night The streets' ghost theater of headlights But you know rising inside But failing through the surface All of this is just empty Just shadows on the wall The light source behind us says Fuck the world, fuck them all In the city dawning restless souls to find an ear We hold in our hands that world. We hold in our hands that world. The picture I keep safe in my heart of folding time is here We hold in our hands that world We hold in our hands that world Our... Killing tools for killing time The more we walk, we see the path unwind From the labyrinth of justified illusion, nostalgia Killing tools for killing time The more we talk is the perfect crime. We make the enemy of the good that we can still do, even if we fall So fuck the world, fuck them all In the city dawning restless souls to find an ear We hold in our hands that world. We hold in our hands that world. The picture I keep safe in my heart of folding time is here We hold in our hands that world We hold in our hands that world We hold in our hands that world We hold in our hands that world