Mix - Gomez

Blood-shot eyes on factory floors

Filling up little bottles

The great depressed, the okay, the not sure

Empty out little pockets

If you stop believing let me know

Now we don’t even show

Our feelings hide

What keeps deceiving, let it go

Now we don’t even know

Our biggest prize, I’m not so sure, anymore

Blood-shot types wash up on the shore

Crawling out from the life boat

Creeping past all border control

Filling up empty promises

If you stop believing, let me know

Now we don’t even show

Our feelings hide

Don’t let yourself feel alive

You’re the first this has happened to

We mix together

We mix together

We mix together