Can you come on, and out of the cold How do we make it out alive? Get a weapon, lock on the door Staying awake to stay alive
Hear the volley, knife in the back Plan of attack, a beady eye As you follow, weather them back Flood out a rat, and stab em' dry
Gotcha, come on Going in deep, falling asleep, an open door If the battle is drawn up the coast Pull on the neck and cut the cord
Can you hold it, give me a rope Come in the lake and find your God And if you blow it, follow the smoke Head of the snake and cut it off
Ghosts, harrowing front lines On the lonely cove, and they left behind A bit of sorrow
You didn't need to count me out In the final push is a little wait I'm next sometimes You didn't need to count me out When you feel alone, here's a little hand Pull my thumb, cause you're on my mind
You kinda got it, further a cause Broaden the reach, a little pain Like a comet, burn up and die Heat up and drop, a mile away
Like a disease, without the tease Light on the feet, an atom bomb As your dying, fall to your knees Fall in the street and carry on
Ghosts, harrowing front lines On the lonely cove, and they left behind A bit of sorrow
Ghosts, harrowing front lines On the lonely cove, and they left behind A bit of sorrow
You didn't need to count me out In the final push is a little wait I'm next sometimes You didn't need to count me out When you feel alone, here's a little hand Pull my thumb, cause you're on my mind
Compositores: Ilan Samuel Rubin (Ilan Rubin) (BMI), Thomas Delonge (Tom Delonge) (ASCAP)Editores: Big Deal Notes (ASCAP), Elitist Music (ASCAP), Hipgnosis Songs Fund Limited (PRS), Royal Family Publishing Worldwide (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #36310510 em 04/Jun/2024