as turning pages all but scatter me
a matter of fact on, I'm not living on
a strata mirrors takes light perceptively
for thrill of my eyes, hypocrisy
this trial on center I'm not over it
i had a little find, go on open it
stop along we don't mind
a someone just like you there
dry mountains, give off fire
we've got to choose, erase this terror
a start off counting this, we gotta lay it low
if that is not down, i'm not giving on
the stranded streets are bored, we're not lonely
i hear about sometimes, instability
stop along we don't mind
a someone just like you there
dry mountains, give off fire
we've got to choose, erase this terror
stop along, we don't mind
it never made us listen to
i hardly made it up to you, it's alright
stop along, stop along
stop along, stop along