Sans - All Get Out

Babel knows language

Knows strong words, weak sin

This is all determined by the bedroom

I sleep in

I am not figure a of speech, just speaking

Hold on, love on, hold on

Walk it on down the river Jordan

Hold your breath hide, they’re coming running

Move your legs fast don’t stop, start gunning

Move on run on love on

Evil men, good girls, late nights, bad fights

Let your talent buy you everything

People’s ears don’t make you near or closer to God

Or me

It’s alright

If you’re looking for the end of the world

Then I found it

Sleeping on a floor just like we promised

This can be a well with an empty bucket

Not always what you deserve

So write the letter, burn the letter, write yourself another

Angry at God then call your mother

She’ll provide the proof you’re going to grow dear brothers

Love and love and love and love on

Sitting in the backseat

Still sitting in the backseat

No more writing from my head, my head

My worn out head

I think about you all day, this is all the holiday I know

I know it’s not worth complaining

But it’s always only in your bad dreams

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry

I’m lonely, I’m lonely, and there’s nothing you owe me