The World Between - Great Collapse

The streets

Ghosts theater of headlights

And petrol stream

But you know

We waiting walking forwards

Lost control

Our hands cold grip

These Killing tools

Culture wears

Fools follow fools

The more we think

The farther we fall

And when I look past all the days before

Hurt and lost won’t last though

What’s true

The missing part of me

Isn’t me at all

It’s you

In the city dawn restless souls find an ear

We hold in our hands that world

We hold in our hands that world

The picture I keep safe in my heart of folding time is here

We hold in our hands that world

We hold in our hands that world

For all the friends

Looking out past long idle talk

Through the faulty barred windows

Here and out in the wet night

The Street ghost theater feeling of headlights

But you know rising inside

Falling through the surface

All this is just empty

Just shadows on the wall

Light source behind us

Says fuck the world

Fuck them all

In the city dawn restless souls find an ear

We hold in our hands that world

We hold in our hands that world

The picture I keep safe in my heart of folding time is here

We hold in our hands that world

We hold in our hands that world

Killing tools for killing time

The more we walk to the path unwind

From labyrinth of justified illusion

Nostalgia

Killing tools for killing time

The more we talk is the perfect crime

We make the enemy of good for that

That we can still

Even if we fall

So fuck the world, fuck them all

In the city dawn restless souls find an ear

We hold in our hands that world

We hold in our hands that world

The picture I keep safe in my heart of folding time is here

We hold in our hands that world

We hold in our hands that world

We hold in our hands that world

We hold in our hands that world