Where do failed imposters go?
Burn the book that says you took the
(High road, high road)
Autumn, the fog rolls low
Over rooftops far below the
(High road, high road)
Springtime, the vespers chime
Blossoms fill the trees that line the
(High road, high road)
Where did all your worries go?
Now I guess we'll never know
How you hit the
Well, how you hit the
You said "don't let your heart give out"
No, I won't let my heart give out
You said "don't let your breath run out"
No, I won't let my breath run out
Well it's true, I push too hard I guess
To use whatever fuel is left
At it's best it's all the art of doubt
Well, I really don't know how we call this peace
'Cause it's a goddamn shame about the wall to wall wars
Pleading self-defence but the story's old
Murder's worth it, we're told
There's a promise on the way, yeah
I don't believe what they say
You said "don't let your heart give out"
No, I won't let my heart give out
You said "don't let your breath run out"
No, I won't let my breath run out
Well, it's magical, your meaningless
Habitual, mundane excess
At it's best it's all the art of doubt
Doubt
Now we gotta take it upon ourselves
Next time the kick drum starts
Drag your mind from the gutter babe
All this isolation's sinister
So be kind to yourself
There will never be another you
There's just nobody else that's you
You said "don't let your heart give out"
No, I won't let my heart give out
You said "don't let your breath run out"
No, I won't let my breath run out
Well, it's true, I push too hard I guess
To use whatever fuel is left
Yeah it's true, I push too hard I guess
To use whatever fuel is left
Yeah it's true, I push too hard I guess
To use whatever fuel is left
At it's best it's all the art of doubt
At it's best it's all the art of
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