Текст песни Lonely The Brave - Black Mire

What if I said that this ain't the one
The slicked back curd of the yellow sun
What if I said the riders had come
We're stood downstream and we ain't got nowhere to run
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We got the bad blood coursing in
Over the rim
We go hands to the ceiling
We got the room come falling in
Into the swim
We go hands to the ceiling
Black hearts
Fuck ‘em

What if I said that this ain't the one
Thick black words of a bellowed tongue
What if I said the climb of the drum
Will tear down scenes when you ain't go nowhere to run
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We got the eyes up to the brim
Out of the ring
We go hands to the ceiling
We got the first light clawing limb
Under the skin
We go hands to the ceiling
Black hearts
Fuck ‘em

What if I said that this ain't the one
The slicked back curd of the yellow sun
What if I said the riders had come
We're stood downstream and we ain't got nowhere to run
Hangnote

You're leaning towers
You change shape