There's kind of like this creeping wave
And it's rising to
Wrestle with the type like me
Who never took up geography
Mouth shaped words, no sounds
One of those conversations
Sandbags out, can't afford to take another round

So I've steeled this cavity
From a life stuck on repeat
Now you'll fly a memory

Flame lit spaces
Wine stained lips on empty faces
Just like mine, just like mine
Another coward in the firing line
And I can't answer questions
About a future I won't write alone
Will we make it, darling? I don't know.

Cos I've steeled this cavity
From a life stuck on repeat
Now you'll fly...

Promises will tend to weigh us down
Dont come back for me, I'm not this town.

All these words, but I'm not talking.
Stain my lips again, we'll stare down mountains.

All these words. We'll stare them down.

Parachutes won't work from here,
But we don't care
If the earth breaks us.