Hear the echoes from the drain
The harmony when planes align
And my stars catch fire

So you've got a brand new attitude
You're all brand new

I only want the right one
To slide into action
Bent over on the right one
We are dying to be
Neither burned nor buried

Sunday's hand reaches out like rain
To the sharp touch of the window pane
Across the wall, sinking in my seat
There is only one thing left to do
I'm fully entertained, now I'm coming for you

I only want the right one
To slide into action
As badly as the knife wants
To slide inside

I'll never speak for no one
But the riches of Selfhood
No use trying to impress now
We're dying to be neither burned nor buried
With the blood flowers in the ground


Lyrics submitted by HellionChild

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