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Chris Connelly - Stowaway lyrics

The sound of secrets, in faith falling
steer demented, uninvited driving game.
Here falls the bloodshed blame.

Stowaways contort the air,
your arms revolving in clock-face stare,
bight the fossil framed against your farenheits.

You're being smoked out with a strange surprise
cold, unfractured, against your lies.
Shattered head bridges are underhand,
destroying asylums on the sand

You want to be alive when it happens,
blind exits fly when the voices cry,
abrupted again, for a dream in a second.

While little is known of the current intact,
a resurrection under glass,
your skin begins the hours are hours inside,
a dream in a second or warped against the night.
A dream any second the watt against the night

You want to be alive when it happens,
blind exits fly when the voices cry,
abrupted again, for a dream in a second.