Before Braille - Miracle Mile Lyrics
I'm ready to blowIt's not my faultDon't waste a four-leaf cloverGood happens to the ownerJust wait, when the leaves fallThey go below your faultsNow you're just boring me to deathI've got a catacomb underneath the same place I lay my headI've gotta bury them blind and then control what they findI'm hanging on a threadYou know I'm ready to blow like I've told you I wouldOut of nothing you find your own authorityCleanse the water to send your holy blessingsI'm flying solo, I'm falling so low, where do we goOut of nothing you find your own authorityForbidden honor will go as far as atrophyI'm flying soloI'll goNow you're just boring me to deathI've got a cataract focused on a shaky conscience at best (shaky guest)I've got to make up my mind and try to make up some timeI'm hanging on a threadYou know I'm ready to blow, but not quite yetYou know I'm ready to fold, can't count my cards yetYou know I'm ready to forget all we've been throughYou know I'm ready for youThe shaken are desperate for new sounds on old groundTo bury reflections,infections from strong hands in weak glandsAnd when they're awakened their vision will fadeIt aint a bit of my faultI'm gonna miss her
