The Breeze Paroles

My mistakes

Because now we're going to stay
At home and in the fray
Alone

Part the sea in your chest
That glorious mess
That you have made

Brace yourself for the breeze
Find someone to seize
Before they fade

Because seven Saturdays
Are not so far away
You know

Attention tunnel vision tears a track
And it turns the pulse into a heart attack My lips will track to fix the fact I'm sick, I'm sacked
Out

I'm tapped and I'm dry
From dotting my eyes around the seas

Stained with limits and lines
Of my damn design
My dying dreams

But they'll burn up one day
We're not that far away
You know