Tekst:
Idlewild Warnings Promises

It's always 3am in your world So I'm drinking this as if I hadn't slept Telling stories which tell their stories themselves You didn't even hear them

I watch you stumble through the morning I watch you stumble home at night Silhouetted by a sun without sunlight I've watched you walk straight through

Mountains wouldn't part for me They have no uncertainty I'm just a passing emotion Just hoping they take notice And you are an opportunity Without an

There is a long forgotten voice I know it's not your voice, cause it's always strained I wake up hearing unfamiliar voices Convinced they're trying to

All the walls of your house, were painted in deep blue, you're at that indecisive age to choose colours that reflect you, and everything and nothing,

I go outside to find the middle of nowhere Everyone needs their own empty stage Just like the sky with no beginning or ending I like reading a book without