In the hot night, I hear your voice
That blind horizon tying its blood red line to the center of choice
Hold on
I broke my back down waiting on a wishing well
Hold on
From the desert I drank of the wishing well
Up late, pour a little something in me
You slept so quiet and I can’t wake up the truth you’ve hidden in me
1 | Thunder Clatter |
2 | Drive |
3 | Colour |
4 | Shapeless |
5 | Jonti |
6 | Streetlights |
7 | Hidden In The Night |
8 | Windows |
9 | Blacktide |
10 | Lies |