Thieves - Pale Oaks

Don’t look back you might learn what you ‘re after

All this time we believed it’s possible

Coming back to the place where we started

Just to find we ‘ve become an afterthought

Makes sense, pretend your ways

Next step, might be our end

Hold on, we ‘re merely thieves you know

My fault, guess I m not who you thought

Walk slow so no one ever knows

Hide my face with your hands while their laughing

Just keep my back pinned tight against the wall

Take the blame for the shadow you casted

But don’t share every thought you’re holding on

Makes sense, pretend your ways

All the tracks will lead to us

We ‘re still fighting for a chance

Our worn out faith begins to bend

Another step might be our end

Hold on, we ‘re merely thieves you know

My fault, guess I m not who you thought

Walk slow so no one ever knows

All this dirt, keeps me still

Spin the wheel, help me feel

Broken limbs, help me sink

Love the thrill, helps me feel