Song Lyrics
the better people on a map of turning backs
faithfully i will break the prison i was born in
The better people on a map of turning backs, was lost and i want to escape in the afternoon French, was ruled in the juvenile grey industry mind
But don t take me, my old friends in my home town
Sometimes i miss, to see the youth run through my hands
To see the youth run through my hands, now do you see yourself that way
And anything that we were said to be, cause anything that we were meant to be
Now do you see yourself that way, anywhere it makes me the, anywhere you could
to see the youth run through my hands
but don t take me
To see the youth run through my hands, anywhere the sun shines
my old friends in my home town
To see the youth run through my hands, to see the youth run through my hands
Away the harms of mankind off my shoulders, my old friends in my home town
my old friends in my home town
and anything that we were said to be
Was ruled in the juvenile grey industry mind, the better people on a map of turning backs
Cause anything that we were meant to be, anywhere it makes me
But don t take me, anywhere you could
Cause anything that we were meant to be, cause anything that we were meant to be Afternoon, oh i d just like to try to breathe
To dream about a life without a past with you, but don t take me in, anywhere you could