Album: Pissing on Bonfires/Kissing With Tongues
It's a beautiful way to get lost
All you need is a bottle and a few nagging thoughts
And a strong sense of all you ever wanted
And the strength to hold it to your chest as you kill it off
Oh, the road it will light up and guide you home
To a place as unfamiliar to you as a soul
There is nothing left now not to understand
And you were lost on such a small stretch of land
She was all that your heart did demand
And you fueled its ambition as you followed every plan
And you took leave of any common sense
Hoping that this doubt inside of you would soon be laid to rest
And as your heart forever settles in her hands
Where you feel a resignation that you never could have planned
There is nothing left now not to understand
And you were lost on such a small stretch of land
When you lay down
When you let go
Was it all that you came to expect?
Was it all that you've ever known?
Well these are just three ways to drown
So come on tie the weight onto your feet and let it drag you down
To the bottom of the warm and calming sea
All wrapped up in your cowardice is such a way to be
And the storm that's overhead will carry on
As you tie yourself you don't recall asking to be born
There is nothing left now not to understand
And you were lost on such a small stretch of land
You were lost on such a small stretch of land