Stand Alone - S.P.Y., Drs

If we’re gonna stand alone

Life on the line, time to abandon home

Last one standing with a bandaged soul

Heroic episodes of stories told

For when we’re old of how we broke the mould

But right now

You need to let it go

In silence, locked eyes

Locked eyes

Heavy hooves scratch the floored surface

Scratch the floored surface

Heavy breathing at the same time, slightly nervous

Eyes follow every word, the wind pulls, the wind pulls

All that small talk’s like waving red flags to a bull