Words me trying to convey, the right thing to say But they're in the lines on my face They're a road map to show you the way No tomorrow if no today 'Cause time take all we've left, we've only now So fly away, hold breath and don't look down What of us? if our mistakes are the sum of us Missing all the right in front of us
[Pressure, Ev & Emalia Burford:] we are, our pride got a hold of us One road too far, our past us we are, our world in front of us If we our path, then what becomes of us?
Every road of my life, I've had to build across a broken Cornered only know how to fight So why's it feel for winning every argument, I lose a little part of us If I concede that I could be the within this partnership Then I don't where I stand Maybe I been focused on my own just trying to broker a plan If left unspoken then I know that we're damned And we'll keep drowning this weight tied to both of our hands But don't my silence for my withdraw only people caught inside a war say it's worth fighting for If this encompasses us, what of us? Missing all the beauty in front of us
[Pressure, Ev Jones & Burford:] Here we are, our got a hold of us One road too far, our blindfolding us Here we are, our in front of us If we our path, then what becomes of us?
Asked a a question, said How much do you drink at night? 'Cause that's how much I I tried to drown my demons, but my they grew gills I feel I have no chill but want my heart to give cos I'm a and I've got two other hearts to live for Frida said 'Viva La Vida', Imma her On the other side and at her feet I've Never such good advice, not here to pass the time I'm here to map a story on my with laughter lines, right? We can't see the path cos of our busy lives Like we can't see the stars at cos of the city lights I need to step and find my balance my mind palace My, my Alice, I down the rabbit-hole To find my sadness, and crush it like it's I mind my manners, and try to be When I find my answers, I'm to be fine
[Pressure, Ev Jones & Emalia Here we are, our pride got a of us One road too far, our past us Here we are, our world in of us If we our path, then what becomes of us?