Sweet Disaster - Whitehorse

Galileo was bluffing

It’s just a mess out here

There’s no compass to guide us

Through the flashes of violence and fear

Pinball in a motor hall

Black kettle in a riptide

Sand bleeds through our fingers

If time said it stood still, it lied

You will get the best of me

Worlds collide into recipe for disaster

Sweet disaster

Birthmark on a crow’s foot

Kilimanjaro or bust

There are no mountains to move here

You just do what you say what you must

You will get the best of me

Worlds collide into recipe for disaster

Sweet disaster

You will get the best of me

Worlds collide into recipe for disaster

Sweet disaster, sweet

Light years and a pocket watch

You can’t get close enough

To the rhythm of solitude

Ashes to ashes to dust