lyrics
Comfort me, when I’m feeling out of place an barely breathe, comfort me,
If this is home, well we might leave, while our lovers find the places out of reach,
Follow me, all of my days are rolling away,
All my days are numbered, but I’ve got time on my hands,
Promise me, if the clock performs it’s final lap on me, you’ll comfort me,
We’re flesh and blood, we’re skin and bone, and the closest thing I’ll ever get to home,
We dare to roam,
Follow me, all of our days are rolling away,
All my days are numbered, but I’ve got time on my hands,
credits
from
Symptoms,
released November 24, 2014
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