The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
The Bluetones
In the shadow of these black suburban hills
Dreamt by architects who've given up their will
There's an emptiness that never can be filled
Have you ever known the world to be so still
Have you ever heard a silence be so shrill
As you rise to smell the air before a kill
In the absence of distraction or a thrill
Always your, first instinct
Compels you to jump, head first in
The comfort you crave, is not in the grave
But here in my arms
In the moments when your vices are allayed
Are you left abandoned and afraid
Do you question the decisions that you've made
Are you haunted by the ghost that you've betrayed
Always your, first instinct
Compels you to jump, head first in
The comfort you crave, is not in the grave
But here in my arms
Have you ever known the world to be so still
Have you ever heard a silence be so shrill
As you rise to smell the air before a kill
In the absence of distraction or a thrill
Always your, first instinct
Compels you to dump, all hope and jump
The comfort you crave, is not in the grave
But here in my arms