these photos from my hands Please just take these photos from my hands Please just take these photos from my hands Please just take these photos from my hands
Wasting time, wasting time my heartbeat beats like a tom tom 4 AM you bang the drum clock beats beats along It gets so hot in my head but I'm ... fine
Absolve your sins That eat you little by little The dust settles into Arms of hope I'd break if you'd fold a little We languish in the sun Broken hands
Fade away Blotto daylight Latency Holding on Got potential Wait and see Irritation Expectation Bridge to break Still time to make it Rile me up And
I spit a fierce confusion Amok, I kick sick with the flies The demons are all in collusion The young boys all fires and lies I'm caught in the quip and
Oh, you think so? Well, I know so And when the lights all go out Slay me, hold me down And hollow out my heart And then again And then you say it once
Uptight, Short breath, Loose lies, Sex & death. 1, 2, On the edge Young blood, No chance Youth in a rude stance Dancing On the edge of dawn. On/off,
The North-Forth Luxury Condominiums Are not getting built Not getting built All the neighbors watch her halted developments Haunted by the movements
Wasting time, wasting time My heart beat, beat like a tom tom Four AM, you bang the drum Blood beats, beats along It gets so hot in my hand that I fight
Into it Into it Into it Into it Into it Lost in the midday half-life Sunlight and rain Hiding away from the heat In too deep, my heart turns again Your
Come out, follow me I'll show you something Eyes like X-ray specks Expecting nothing In constellations It's only everything No, no one knows But it won
Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go (repeat) Kicking on the edge of town Counting all the pigeons down Walking in
all On my way down I lost it all On my way down Looking through walls Out of reach, always Saw us far from Far from Far from Hand on your shoulder Lean
Wasting time, wasting time My heartbeat Beats like a tom tom 4 A.M. You bang the drum The clock beats Beats along It gets so hot in my head But I'm
what you want from me nobody's telling you where to go don't think I am so naive to be fool by these smokescreens We languish in the sun, broken hands
Translation: Hundred Reasons. Broken Hands.
: Fade away Blotto daylight Latency Holding on Got potential Wait and see Irritation Expectation Bridge to break Still time to make it Rile me up
: I spit a fierce confusion Amok, I kick sick with the flies The demons are all in collusion The young boys all fires and lies I'm caught in the quip
