Washout Songtext
von Goodtime Boys
Washout Songtext
I ride this full train alone
Back to a box
Four walls and silent phone
Pining for pine and dreading the drone
Of flat lines in an empty home
I can′t decide how nothing will sit in my mind I don't want to be alone but alone I dine
At arms lengths and hair breaths
Each one′s closer to death
I can't decide how nothing will sit in my mind
I don't want to be alone but alone I dine, closer to death
Back to a box
Four walls and silent phone
Pining for pine and dreading the drone
Of flat lines in an empty home
I can′t decide how nothing will sit in my mind I don't want to be alone but alone I dine
At arms lengths and hair breaths
Each one′s closer to death
I can't decide how nothing will sit in my mind
I don't want to be alone but alone I dine, closer to death
Writer(s): Leigh Mcandrew, Casey Mchale, Alexander Gregor Pennie, Lewis Johns, Samuel Phipps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
