Lyrics

Come sit by your outside
Outlined, you're our kind
Counted the wayside
Drained by the noontide

So run... back
Why run..? back
What's done..
When we try to make that right?

Right. What's right?

Unsteady you, went and sealed that
Once your view drew to the back
Not yet ready to abstract
Wading through, down where you're paralysed at

So run... back
Can't run..? back
What's done..
When we try to make that right?
We try to make that right...

No I don't belong here
No weathering along here
It holds me, it haunts me
And I sell myself the story

I'm selling myself..

Dressing in a plain black coat
Foreign arms, for your love
Dressing in a flame you hope
That the one you hold wont burn you up