Pacific 231 Lyrics & Chords By Burning Airlines

Here's your fertility,
wanting so badly to be crushed.
You leave it up to me,
to do the crushing.
Through new sincerity,
making a mockery of trust,
but if it's up to me,
bring on the new thing.
Pacific 2-3-1:
we're not careening off the rails.
Steady up to speed!
Another dream,
I'd learn to love.
The taste of bitter fictions,
the ring of contradictions,
sing to me.
And its apparently,
a faster forward than you want,
but still you keep it up.
Is that delusion?
I'm told apparently,
poor faith and reconditioned thoughts,
weary at your knees,
Sick from the motion.
And now were letting off,
About the charity that costs;
we could do without,
the education.
Another dream,
I'd learn to love.
The taste of bitter fictions,
the ring of contradictions,
sing to me.
But they sing,
to me.
But they sing,
to me.
They sing,
to me.
You could get everything you want.
Another dream,
I'd learn to love.
The taste of bitter fictions,
the ring of contradictions,
sing to me.