And now I'm running out of reasons.
And I spoke too soon. The clock weighs on the counter top.
And everything is sinking through the floor.
You hold the door and I'll pressure the hinges.
Would you trust these locks? And sleep to hide you secrets?
Dodging bullets is easier when you don't believe in fate.
And I swear, I swear that we won't make it obvious
When we turn around again.
What are you afraid of? Are you scared you're not alone?
You keep running out. Turn around again.
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless.
Burning all your dreams
I'm running low on secrets that will quench your thirsty ears.
And I'm counting the seconds between distraction and the moment.
Fifteen seconds til melt down.
Fifteen seconds til the roof will hit the floor.
I see the light in the stairway
And the room is littered with maps and hotel keys.
So we turn around again.
What are you afraid of? Are you scared you're not alone?
You keep running out. Turn around again.
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless.
Burning all, burning all your dreams
Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams
Wear the robe of pig skin and he'll wear the crown.
Wear the robe of pig skin and he'll wear the crown.
He'll run and he'll run and he'll run till you stop him.
What are you afraid of? Why are you so afraid?
Turn around again.
I see your eyes changing and your passion's gone again.
You're still running out. Turn around again
We desire to be comfort in this broken world you're in.
Fifteen seconds til, fifteen seconds til
- 专辑：Pressure the Hinges
- 歌手：Haste the Day
- 歌曲：Pressure the Hinges
