Smoking Guns


Victims in hiding made for lost smoking guns
A little bit of nerve until the damage is done
Every accomplishment to go up in flames
Due to one selfish action you couldn't contain

Angels keep rising but their wings are on fire
While below lay the ashes from a life of desire
So ungrateful the excess with our reasons to fake
Every last bit of effort that we chose not to take

You can light me up under the paper moon baby
Yeah you can light me up when I make it back home
While for every mile travelled our seasons unravel
All to share the unknown, all to share the unknown

Everyone's looking for a reason to stay
In the arms of a lover they'll never escape
Pretty soon the grip tightens like a noose 'round your neck
For a fleeting romance that you couldn't reject

Every little plan we make
Unbalanced with some hearts to break
All feelings that they still can't shake away

You can light me up under the paper moon baby
Yeah you can light me up when I make it back home
While for every mile travelled our seasons unravel
All to share the unknown, all to share the unknown

Strangers of circumstance still running to land
On the side of the road as it slips through our hands
While nothing worth having can come without pain
We're like pilgrims unsettled in the warm summer rain

Fade beyond the setting suns
We'll find some peace when it's all done
Then try to hide our smoking guns away

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