Album: The Direction of Last Things
As the end of today leaves tomorrow behind
We bury our heads in the sand
We face our fears with a sigh
You’d shoot an angel out of the sky to make sure it was real
And what they said was wrong
The time was too dark for our eyes to see
| # | Top 4 Intronaut |
|---|---|
| 1 | Intronaut - They |
| 2 | Intronaut - Fault Lines |
| 3 | Intronaut - Nostalgic Echo |
| 4 | Intronaut - Past Tense |