Weatherbox - The Last White Lighter lyrics

[Weatherbox - The Last White Lighter lyrics]

You wake in a home you assume it is your own
A hazy head, but a comfy bed
Nothing seems wrong you make moans
You put your trousers on
You walk the path, you do the math
Wonder where the time's gone
You forget to care new faces everywhere
I watch you fact-check, try to recollect
There's nothing there i kick the earth
I shake and cry and curse it's my fault now
I sold you out i'm the last White Lighter
No? No! Got the book bound
Encoded sound in the Dead House
I won't let you down down with their trash!
Up with our flag! I got you back
You draw your first new map
Me and you and our four dimensions
Drifting through the space-time continuum
Glad to be here with you, my friend
Follow me into oblivion!
And we know there's big and


Bad things waiting for us
At least we're no longer lost
We have the compass we are flags dancing now
Hoist us up safe in the clouds
We are the White Lighters

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