The Old Haunt

Hints of a higher hand lost on the somme

Past deeds would never lead the mischief to a christening and

Gears twist and grind away spur to speed

While echoed silhouettes deliver to an early dream

Held out of love but gripped to tight

A breath left hanging in the air

You want to leave your home

But you don't want to lose control

And there's far too many ways to die

Far too many ways to die

You want to keep your soul

Above the ocean floor

But there's far too many waves to try

Far too many ways to die

Take a tip from me I swear I’ve seen it all before

The fear of what could be

Will keep you from wanting more

Held out of love

But gripped too tight

Left up, hung In the air

You want to leave your home

But you don't want to lose control

And there's far too many ways to die

Far too many ways to die

You want to keep your soul

Above the ocean floor

But there's far too many waves to try

Far too many ways to die

Never could we keep these things from happening

Never found a way to keep the love in me

Took too long to speak, and never stop to breathe, to breathe

We read the risks hand in hand

A ruined rest but now we wake up

We cut our teeth on foreign plans

Then cursed the air, but now we wake up

Wake up...