Last Man Laughing - Autumn lyrics
Sacred trust or nothing at all?
Wishing it was that easy, but I'm remembering autumn.
Because how long will it take for us to know we'll pull knives from our backs again?
Eyes might say a lot, but not enough because look where I am again; up here, standing near the edge.
And it feels remotely like spitting off the empire state building, watching, waiting, for the inevitable.
Why is this so hard?