Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
Just reach out with your hands
in an utopia frame
and place me in the catalogues
of departed names
Our blood ran out of veins
our blood ran out of veins
we're buzzing drones
getting it wrong
Atrocity, wreaking end of a nation
changelings, and the neon show elation
I hear concrete whispers in a bourgeois street
I read noxious fumes breathing magazines
I hear concrete whispers in a bourgeois street
I read noxious fumes breathing magazines
Just reach out with your hands
in an utopia frame
and place me in the catalogues
of departed names
Just reach out with your hands
so easily I'm yours
but I'm your escapist
your escapist