Ive got to hand it to you for making it off the island
I was seduced by the traumas
The funeral mourners
would whisper in line
got to give it to you for breaking out of the seasons
I was cohearsed by a nightmare
where every knife turned
away on a breeze
You walk Away across the lines
You fade away hung on a wire
You fall asleep and tell yourself
That this don't matter at all
got to give it to you for breaking free of the numbers
I cant sleep from the gunshots
And every pin drop
I hear on the wind
Ive got to hand it to you for making it off the island
I was restrained by the warders
patrolling the borders
behind of my eyes
You walk Away across the lines
You fade away hung on a wire
You fall asleep and tell yourself
That this don't matter at all
You walk away don't walk away
Cos all these things
don't matter now