Song 7
Olive Ward, Max White (NZL), Jacob Smith (NZL)
[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
Hold out my hand and I'll shut my eyes tightly
Pray that I'm not stapled together
The earth beneath my feet shifts, solid ground be damned, but still
Some kind of tether might be nice
[Verse 2]
Tell me where to put my mind while yours wanders, yeah
Tell me how I really feel
Drown yourself in adjectives, if you like
But Hell is made of roundabouts and a stoplight never killed no one
[Verse 3]
If the face you see in that mirror doesn't match your own
Don't call it mine, because I'll hit the ground stumbling
And if I pray to anybody like me
I think that an answer can only come from someone like you
[Instrumental Outro]