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Whim

Far Caspian

Got the mess off of my head
Everyone's feeling clouded
Trace the lines back to your steps
Under the lights
Call it luck or everything
I don't know much about it
Beat the flesh right off your face
Holding hope out
And it goes

And so for the first time, heading back to see
Recall all the landscapes that go out to sea
Out to everything

I'm so scared of feeling bones
Underneath the table
Clasped my grip and tore it off
As I was sat
Lean before my life begins
Under this splitting sunlight
Trace my eyes back to your steps
Now I can find

Any more, then it's calling
Running back to see
Find all the feelings that could fill it in
Calling around here to assimilate
Lean on a whim that's led to everything
Everything

Composição: Far Caspian