Ive got to hand it to you for making it off the island
I was seduced by the traumas
The funeral mournersWould whisper in line
Got to give it to you for breaking out of the seasons
I was cohearsed by a nightmare
Where every knife turned
Away on a breeze
You walk Away across the lines
You fade away hung on a wire
You fall asleep and tell yourself
That this don′t matter at all
Got to give it to you for breaking free of the numbers
I cant sleep from the gunshots
And every pin drop
I hear on the wind
Ive got to hand it to you for making it off the island
I was restrained by the warders
Patrolling the borders
Behind of my eyes
You walk Away across the lines
You fade away hung on a wire
You fall asleep and tell yourself
That this don't matter at all
You walk away... don′t walk away
Cos all these things
Don't matter now
You walk away... don't walk away
Cos all these things
Don′t matter now
