It's still not working
Without a birds-eye view I'm gone
And ever flowing without a brand new face
I know the partition that scratches
I'm the falling romantic of this land
I know this taste, I know this feel
Seaside enchanted
Outside it's strings with molten heads
Like roads in Persia choked all the finer things
I know the partition that scratches
I'm the falling romantic of this land
The promises
What's wrong with you?
The pull is so strong
The promises
What's wrong with you?
The pull is so strong