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How Will I Lyrics
Friend of mine, how'll I? ...dearest unknowns,
Look just like a buzzin fly
Flew far away from understanding
Once again, I have been thrown
And I long to collect
every passage
every breach
every touch
My eyes focused on preserving half as much
Hand in my hand
Shoulder to shoulder x2
Today looks like love is bolder, today...
Oh, I can appreciate
The way you stand, oh you stand beside me
Cause I can barely stand to tower alone,
Over this infinity
How will I?
I'm humbled right down to the core
Oh fails to swim
End it ends up beached up on the shore
Hand in my hand
Shoulder to shoulder x2
Today looks like love is bolder, today
But even if I sang it same other way
Dress it up. Hold the beat back or change the name
Smoke it out. Bump it up. Drink it down, dry ice and blinding lights
Sing up high, Make it nice to be broken down
I put a hoodie on it, its the same
I cloak it in black magic
Drag it along on its own chain
Into an endless loop of pain feeding pain
.... dishin it out again and again
Then feelin no pain
No feelin nothing
And at the end aaooh the end aaooh
Well even if i draw a mustache on it wouldn't it be the same?
Go on have you, underneath of the lying pain
I kick up, myself up with a snake on my chest
How else could I die ... my little dress
Come on, off page and inside the song its all up to the change
Changing is the game
Oh, its the ever expanding sticky wet light cage
Well even if I choose to refuse to use it that way
Ah I get closer to the flame
And panning out in all directions I seem to want to comeback to a simple refrain
How will I? Will I give? How will I? Will I give? How will I? Will I give? How will I? Will I give?
Look just like a buzzin fly
Flew far away from understanding
Once again, I have been thrown
And I long to collect
every passage
every breach
every touch
My eyes focused on preserving half as much
Hand in my hand
Shoulder to shoulder x2
Today looks like love is bolder, today...
The way you stand, oh you stand beside me
Cause I can barely stand to tower alone,
Over this infinity
How will I?
I'm humbled right down to the core
Oh fails to swim
End it ends up beached up on the shore
Hand in my hand
Shoulder to shoulder x2
Today looks like love is bolder, today
Dress it up. Hold the beat back or change the name
Smoke it out. Bump it up. Drink it down, dry ice and blinding lights
Sing up high, Make it nice to be broken down
I put a hoodie on it, its the same
I cloak it in black magic
Drag it along on its own chain
Into an endless loop of pain feeding pain
.... dishin it out again and again
Then feelin no pain
No feelin nothing
And at the end aaooh the end aaooh
Well even if i draw a mustache on it wouldn't it be the same?
I kick up, myself up with a snake on my chest
How else could I die ... my little dress
Come on, off page and inside the song its all up to the change
Changing is the game
Oh, its the ever expanding sticky wet light cage
Well even if I choose to refuse to use it that way
Ah I get closer to the flame
And panning out in all directions I seem to want to comeback to a simple refrain
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Friend of mine, my dearest unknown looks just like a buzzin’ fly flew far away from understanding, once again I have been thrown. I long to collect every passage, every bridge, every touch. My eye is focused on preserving half as much. Hand in my hand, shoulder to shoulder (repeat) Today looks like love is bolder, today.
I can appreciate the way you stand beside me. I can barely stand to tower alone over this infinity. Hovering up above I am humbled right down to the core. What fails to swim ends up beached upon the shore. Hand in my hand, shoulder to shoulder. Today looks like love is bolder, today.
And even if I said it some other way, if I dress it up, hold that beat back, change the name, smoke it out, bump it up, drink it down in dry ice and blinding light, sing up high, make it nice to be broken down. I put a hoodie on it, it’s the same. Cloak it in black magic, drag it along on it’s own chain into an endless loop of pain feeding pain then releasing and dishing it out again and again. Then feeling no pain, feeling nothing and at the end…well even if I draw a moustache on it wouldn’t it be the same? Go on, have you looked underneath of a lion’s mane? I can cut myself up, put a snake on my chest but why sky dive in a dress? Off page, live inside a song and dissolve into the ever-changing list again? It’s an ever-expanding sticky web-like cage. Where even if I choose to refuse to lose it that way I get closer to the flame. And panning out in all directions I seem to want to come back to a simple refrain: “How will I? Will I get along?”