In the wait for you last night
My whole life flashed before my eyes
The stories that we saw
The hills we died upon
The cadence of your tongue
I'm wired up, I'm knocked out
I'm not asking you to
Cut me down, scrub my skin, show me things we outgrew
I'm wired up, I'm knocked out
But I'm not asking you to
Cut me down, scrub my skin
Don‘t serenade in the dark
If the morning could roll back the time, take us back to the start
Don't let the shot hit the mark
We couldn't stop the leaving stars
They don't like where we are
Those dreams will always fade
The curtain falls down on your pillow
They'll beat a different drum
And separate my thumb
Hold me when I'm numb
I'm wired up, I'm knocked out
I'm not asking you to
Cut me down, Scrub my skin, show me things we outgrew
I'm wired up, I'm knocked out
But I'm not asking you to
Cut me down, scrub my skin
Don't serenade in the dark
If the morning could roll back the time, take us back to the start
Don't let the shot hit the mark
We couldn't stop the leaving stars
They don't like where we are
With our idle hand
The devil makes his plan
And I'll never understand
How the air you breathe so carelessly
It's just a line drawn in the sand
I'm wired up, I'm knocked out, but I'm not asking you to
Cut me down, scrub my skin, show me things we outgrew
I'm wired up, I'm knocked out
But I'm not asking you to
Cut me down, scrub my skin
Don't serenade in the dark
If the morning could roll back the time, take us back to the start
And don't let the shot hit the mark
We couldn't stop the leaving stars, they don't like where we are
Show me how to live carelessly
And with all this time, I go out my mind
And with idle hands the devil makes plans
Carelessly
And with all this time, I go out my mind
And with idle hands the devil makes plans
And with all this time, I go out my mind
And with idle hands the devil makes plans
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