255 Lyrics & Chords By Vennart

Tethered to the punchline is a longing regret A state of disassemble Are you on a magic carpet? Are you caught in a net? Of imperial entanglement When we're run right out of town and we've got all we'll get I will still remember The cold dead stare no I'll never forget This web of your entanglements Out of the cracks, out of the snow I'll follow you down or wherever you go