Thrones

(альбом: A Fine Mess - 2019)

Meteor, meteor
Meteor, meteor

Fate only sings to silence
You don't know where confusion is
Awake or refute in a timely fashion
The leash or the laser wins, psyche

How many homes do I lay in?
How many thrones are just make believe?
I admit it, I did it
I admit it, I did it
Babe daydreaming on a swing
Frozen jets overlean
The meanings we assigned are leaving
We stay inside, 'cause we believe we are surrounded
I admit it, I did it
(Let's hit the snow like I remember)
I admit it, I did it
(The truth be told it was November)
If fame had teeth, who could save them?
I admit it, I did it

Falling ashes at my feet
Waste-up in shadows in between
The faces I know, I would die to keep them from harm
We stay inside, 'cause we can see we are surrounded

Meteor, meteor
(I would die to keep them from harm, I would die to keep them)
Radians, radians
Fate only sings to silence
You don't know where confusion is
Await your rebuke in a timely fashion that
The leash or the laser wins