Time, spent in bare wood aisles
Brain washed crowd in an endless file
Don't see the bigger that
I'm lacking in grand design
Where's the control in that
You see through the tit and tat
Clouds in the azure sky
All I see is vaporised
Life's a novel
Full of leaving
Sunday morning
Kill a heathen
Prayer as a last resort
You see the two-way lacked retort
What if I tried to climb
This hill through your eyes, instead of mine?
Life's a novel
Full of leaving
Sunday morning
Kill a heathen
Composição: Calvin John Wilson / Darren Bryan Coghill / Jamie Robert Swanson / Jordan Shearer / Kevin Bruce Swanson / Liam Benjamin Whittles