Just crossing our fingers
Manipulation from a distance
Start giving it direction
But you didn't fill the hole
From the tongues of kings to the lips of men
The ocean is becoming belligerent
This one's gone, so hold on
To your 'should of's, your 'could of's
We rely on passing the time again
Just crossing your fingers
My heart, my brain, the razorblades
All(are) propped up on the table
Got memories with distractions
From the tongues of kings to the lips of men
The ocean is becoming belligerent
This one's gone, so hold on
To your 'should of's, your 'could of's
We rely on passing the time of day
I think it was watching us
From the tongues of kings to the lips of men
The ocean is becoming belligerent
This one's gone, so hold on
To your 'should of's, your 'could of's
We rely on the passing the time of day
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