Safe To Say Vacancy
my mind is always gun-running circles.
aimless in your tracks, underneath these leaves where i
can see
these clear skies turn black.
it's hard to clear my thoughts when every sound
i hear seems to be trembling beneath the ground.
in vacancy my minds at ease. in vacancy.
my mind is always gun-running circles.
aimless in your tracks, underneath these leaves where i
can see
these clear skies turn black.
it's hard to clear my thoughts when every sound
i hear seems to be trembling beneath the ground.
i'd rather freeze to death,
when i'm failing to catch up to you and the heat between
each step
won't let me forget.
i'd rather freeze to death that sit right here with this
lack of vacancy.
i never meant it that way. i never meant to turn your
clear skies grey.
