we're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to grow up
we're riding a low where the blood thins from those long nights
the room spins as i watch you turn
waiting for the words
we're so sick of being alone
so come over stay longer
wasting time on mistakes we've made
my eyes will tell you i haven't slept for days
we're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to crawl home
were riding a low, where nothing make us whole
so we'll bend our backs back to the start
and start again
1 | Exorcise Demons |
2 | West Coast |
3 | You're My Needle |
4 | Welcome Home |
5 | Helping Hands |
6 | Fade In, Fade Out |
7 | Heart Healthy |
8 | Losing Signal |