[Verse 1]
Big sea and excess
There are no clocks in the hall
There are no hands out to call
When I put that seat in all
When they fight I stand and stall
Running people stop to fight
Underneath that fiery night
[Chorus]
Plans that always get made up late
Plans that never get home straight
Plans that don't really stay
Rising up for another day
Lives are empty anyway
[Verse 2]
Night dream and deep breaths
When a temper beats a man
Walking down to open land
Women danced in wasted hands
Giving up on unlaid plans
Little cups and rusty knives
All a glimpse of run-down life
[Chorus]
Plans that always get made up late
Plans that never get home straight
Plans that don't really stay
Rising up for another day
Lives are empty anyway
[Bridge]
?
[Chorus]
Plans that always get made too late
Plans that never get home straight
Plans that don't really stay
Rising up for another day
Lives are empty anyway
[Bridge]
?
Comments (0)