we've watched the lines form in our faces and the smoke fall and break to code from our hands and a message missed was a message read we can never
lost somewhere in the bottle and song i bet on static to hold the rest together and i want it back what you've leveled with a glance i want a language
burn the billboards, they've broke our embrace and gouged our eyes dead are the days of misspent wishes and spoonfed lies brother don't slip, and