Paris Funds (The)
Everybody On The Ground
Kerosene lamps lend to tunnel vision and disaster
As the evidence shrouds indefinitely
That once beaten path
Marked with warnings and distress calls
She said I'm losing ground here
Steadfast and falling so
‘x’ out the woes
Of chasing a fighting chance
Uncertain highs and longing
Cascade over withering lows
And etched onto bone are the words to put it all to rest
But on the surface the flesh is curious and flammable
She said I'm losing ground here
Steadfast and falling so
‘x’ out the woes
Of chasing a fighting chance
From Letras Mania