Broken Bells - Greta Van Fleet

This ordinary room is turning Into something of a prison hole And the only thing we know for certain is that Don't nobody know You think none of this is real That's why you never try So tear it down or build it up, it's the same And on another lonely evening When you're staying up counting omens In the morning is it so disturbing that you Just won't let it go You think hurting gives you license To do anything at all But you gotta take your medicine Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall It's a wonder anyone can breathe here With a smoke too thick to cough So we're falling as we run from cover from the Bombs we're setting off You think hurting gives you license To do anything at all But you gotta take your medicine Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall So we watch another good day fading How we gonna leave the hang man hanging Girl one day, you know it all melts into air

This is a day without A trace of reason No matter where you turn And the walls will fall Affirming nothing So what's it all about? Call on your bright star Or play your hand as it lays Wounds always speak too loud Get alone for a while Citizen you'll see How the innocent are bound to the damned What is, just is, I know So we're trapped by answers Love haunts to the end Are we all to ride The edge of nothing? Shaking hands with fighting eyes? And if they don't know Their heart is starving Cause everyone is right Get alone for awhile Citizen, you'll see How the innocent are bound to the damned What is, just is, I know So we're trapped by answers Love haunts to the end From the moment that we're born Till we're old and tired Do we ever know people? From the moment that we're born Till we're old and tired, Do we ever know ... people? From the moment that were born Till we're old and tired out Do we ever know?

Children with their toys of war, whoa-oh Birthright of death with a fiery breath Funeral of innocence, oh-whoa Painted up in the red and dressed in lead, woah Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Mothers of barbarians, oh-whoa Were your young so spry When they left to die? Woah Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa