Architects - Flight Without Feathers lyrics
Architects [Brighton, UK]
[Architects - Flight Without Feathers lyrics]
There's a rose that blooms through
The cracks in the concrete
Staining the prison floor
There's a pilgrimage waiting sat
At the doorstep rotting beneath the sun
When there's nowhere left to hide
We'll be searching for a shortcut
Ire and denial are as thick as thieves
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, don't
Forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe
Tell me how to coexist when
A fraction only wants war
Hopelessly in love with our gritted teeth
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, I forgot to breathe
And look who's on the throne now
A dead heretic with no storm left to weather
Afraid to admit, it won't sustain the spirit
A new counterfeit like
Flight without feathers
Ready to submit, it won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
So we fall to our knees and beg for reprieve
But it's almost time for the curtain call
The apostles will sing and lead us from sin
But
They hold all of our bones in their hands
We all swim against the tide until it
Puts us on the back foot
Nothing's ever tasted half as good as grief
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, don't
Forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe
'Cause, I'm staring at a fist and
It's asking if I want more
Clarity will visit, but it's only brief
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, don't
Forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe
A dead heretic with no storm left to weather
Afraid to admit, it won't sustain the spirit
A new counterfeit like
Flight without feathers
Ready to submit, it won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
The cracks in the concrete
Staining the prison floor
There's a pilgrimage waiting sat
At the doorstep rotting beneath the sun
When there's nowhere left to hide
We'll be searching for a shortcut
Ire and denial are as thick as thieves
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, don't
Forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe
Tell me how to coexist when
A fraction only wants war
Hopelessly in love with our gritted teeth
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, I forgot to breathe
And look who's on the throne now
A dead heretic with no storm left to weather
Afraid to admit, it won't sustain the spirit
A new counterfeit like
Flight without feathers
Ready to submit, it won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
So we fall to our knees and beg for reprieve
But it's almost time for the curtain call
The apostles will sing and lead us from sin
But
They hold all of our bones in their hands
We all swim against the tide until it
Puts us on the back foot
Nothing's ever tasted half as good as grief
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, don't
Forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe
'Cause, I'm staring at a fist and
It's asking if I want more
Clarity will visit, but it's only brief
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, don't
Forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe
A dead heretic with no storm left to weather
Afraid to admit, it won't sustain the spirit
A new counterfeit like
Flight without feathers
Ready to submit, it won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit