Ugly Luck - Citizen

The choir aches, the trumpets sting our hearts

Expected fate of everything, we need to know the source

The flesh is aged, we shudder with every budge

And if I remain, then lead me in

We live through written words, words

I am vague to you;

a fly on the wall

Your stardust in the whisk — the lonesome dawn

I am a trick to you;

a deserted thought

Adrift in the mist — ugly luck

Violent shakes;

if I’m caught then I’m done

The sirens rang, the masses fled

There’s nothing left for us

The choir aches, we need to know the source

If I remain, then lead me in

We live through extinct words

Our words

Our words

Our words

I am vague to you;

a fly on the wall

Your stardust in the whisk — the lonesome dawn

I am a trick to you;

a desolate howl

Absence of the wish — too far gone

I’m too far gone

I am vague to you;

a fly on the wall

Your stardust in the whisk — the lonesome dawn

I am a trick to you;

an exhausted want

I don’t know where you’ve been or where you are

Or where you are