Faces On Fire - Times New Viking

Faces on fire and your hair is a mess

Lets do something that hasn’t been done yet

I can’t hear you

I just can’t wait to be near you

I’m writing down something that you said

Counting on one hand the tombs we read

Nothing feels real

Because nothing is really free dear

We don’t care what time it is

We’re only living on a few ages

Endless is the tragedy

Of not counting who is really free