歌词
作词 : Luke Pretty/Sam Johnson
作曲 : Luke Pretty/Sam Johnson
Owes due
Tired of doing everything you're s'posed to
Tired of feeling ends you're getting close to
Close to those lines you
Scribble on the pages of your notebook
Dreaming of the colors that the world took
Nothing's really burning if you don't look
Don't look so violent
Owes due
Promise of the blood you spill your hands to
Promise of the water that you're dammed to
Damned if you don't, you
Slither in shadows after curfew
Wonder why the light has always hurt you
Knowing is a curse it's not a virtue
Blurred of your right to
Just turn around
Turn around
Clear were the waters that earthed you
Follow the voices that heard you
Turn around
Turn around
Feeling the weight of the words you
Say that you wanna preserve what's true
What's true
But that's not true
But that's not true
Owes due
Tired of doing everything you're s'posed to
Tired of feeling ends you're getting close to
Close to those lines you
Scribble on the pages of your notebook
Dreaming of the colors that the world took
Now you know exactly what the wolves do
Wolves do what fires do
Just turn around
Turn around
Clear were the waters that earthed you
Follow the voices that heard you
Turn around
Turn around
Feeling the weight of the words you
Say that you wanna preserve what's true
Turn around
Clear were the waters that earthed you
Follow the voices that heard you
Turn around
Feeling the weight of the words you
Promise to gather the nerve to
Turn around