Artist: biffy clyro
Song: some kind of wixard
Album: Infinity Land
Year: 2004
It’s spreading from my lungs
Our lips have come undone
And you say it’s nothing
To discuss like eagles
And I’m floating face down
No sense makes sense
To me at all
When expression says it all
No sense makes sense
To me at all
It spreading to my tongue
Insert your own joke here
Quick, unstitch my eyes
Before they stick together
And you say it’s nothing
To discuss like eagles
And I’m floating face down
No sense makes sense
To me at all
When your expression says it all
No sense makes sense
To me at all
Bet that you said you’d never
But you keep what you hold
(Take hold)
(Take hold)
(Take hold)
(Take hold)
The chase is everything
And what I want to say
I’m taking it back, I’m taking it back
From your history
The chase is everything
And anyone can see
Release their volume
All are history
