Glide

(альбом: Dialects - 2014)

I could have seen the seas, them all
Cities, an afterthought
Can we pay no mind to the weather?
I'm swept by the wave
I'm racing down the barrel of this gun
And I wish that I could slow
But at least we're racing down there together
And I roll backwards as the wheel that pulls me down
Faster than the wind blows us from the ground
As we glide
And I roll backwards as the wheel that pulls me down
Faster than the wind blows us from the ground
As we glide away
There's something to hear
Wild and deep
That swallowed me
It's the current above
The surface fading miles and miles each day
Until forever
And I roll backwards as the wheel that pulls me down
Faster than the wind blows us from the ground
As we glide
And I roll backwards as the wheel that pulls me down
Faster than the wind blows us from the ground
As we glide away
As we glide away
As we glide away