Boxing With Bayonets – A Faith Called Chaos – letras

The space around our carved heartsIs littered with, evidenceEvidence of time well spent(Chase the dragon, drag the nail again.)We let it be till someone else looks in,And then it’s out the doorIts in the street again, blinds openEvidence of time well spent(Boxing with bayonets yeah)Afraid someone will see just where we’ve beenI refuse to let it come to thatI want what’s mine is mine is mine is mine is mineI refuse to let it come to thatI’m giving up on usIn this shallow bodyIs a light been grey for so longC’mon and take a bite yeahCause I want to spit out my tongue.If it is the best that I could get baby I don’t knowIf that’s the best that I could get then I don’t knowI can’t stand to bite my tongue.It’s ok, meant to be, it’s all right,I’m spent, still, sort ofYeah, sort of…I can’t keep these track-lines off y our soulI’m still breaking limbs in this, this wonderWe used our teeth to paint,Down these halls.I’m giving up on us.