Saigon

Luke Hemmings

Cover to cover, we read these lines,
Can you remember, no sense of time,
No sense of timeLay underwater, air out these minds,
Hoping for thunder, in these desert eyes,
These desert eyes

When facing the things we turn away from,
We′re chasing the way we were in Saigon,
Oh, it's picked apart until there′s nothing left of us to carry on,
Now we're facing the things we turn away from

Pulling me under, decline and rewind,
Board up my windows, trying to revive,
Trying to revive,
Oh, you never know inside those moments,
How good it was and how you wasted,
All this time alone
How long can we hold?

When facing the things we turn away from,
We're chasing the way we were in Saigon,
Oh, it′s picked apart until there′s nothing left of us to carry on,
Now we're facing the things we turn away from

Turn away,
Turn away,
Turn away,
Turn away,

When facing the things we turn away from,
We′re chasing the way we were in Saigon,
Oh, it's picked apart until there′s nothing left of us to carry on,
Now we're facing the things we turn away from