We've Got it Wrong - Pontiak

Riding high alongside

the end of days

when I go you’re with me

when you leave I stay

living in the clouds for days

spirits of the strangest ways

always

make me see, you’re my living one

You’ve lost your reason

and you’ve lost your mind

you will find it descended

into the wild

living in a room for days

dreaming in the strangest ways

always

pieces of me, pieces of you

Dying in the faintest light

living in the brightest night

always

we’ve got it wrong and we know we’re right