Low Sky
The Broderick
I'll hold my breath as I drive past that street
I'll close my eyes and wish you here with me
How I hate the loveless stares
I would resent me too when you talk that
Way and make yourself feel anything
And when you walk (that way)
With the Weight of the world holding on to what's lost
You can talk that way and make yourself feel anything
We will talk, pretend and reflect
Of course you can't go through another night like this
Erase and self-destruct, make everything ok
When your voice changes like that and your face goes blank
I can talk that way and make myself feel anything
We will talk, pretend and reflect
Of course you can't go through another night like this
Just forlorn creatures, overcome by the dread of lonesomeness
Made from fear and circumstance
Are you hopeful now?
Held by fear and circumstance
Are you hopeful now?