Bishops Knife Trick

I'm pedal to the metal make no mistake

This is my pity party, pity party

And I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke

Spiritual revolt from the waist down

From the waist down

I'm just a full tank away from freedom

Spitfire

These are the last blues we're ever gonna have

Let's see how deep we get

The glow of the cities below lead us back

To the places that we never should have left

The last blues we're ever gonna have

Let's see how deep we'll get

The glow of the cities below lead us back

To the places that we never should have left

The last, the last, the last

The last, the last, the last

The last, the last, the last

The last, the last, the last

I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate

It doesn't wanna live in a cage

A feeling that I can't housebreak

And I'm yours

'Til the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away

I'm struggling to exist with you and without you, yeah

I'm just a full tank away from freedom

Spitfire

These are the last blues we're ever gonna have

Let's see how deep we get

The glow of the cities below lead us back

To the places that we never should have left

The last blues we're ever gonna have

Let's see how deep we'll get

The glow of the cities below lead us back

To the places that we never should have left

The last, the last, the last

The last, the last, the last

The last, the last, the last

The last, the last, the last

I'm sifting through the sand, sand, sand

Looking through pieces of broken hourglass

Trying to get it all back

Put it back together

As if the time had never passed

I know I should walk away, know I should walk away

But I just want to let you break my brain

And I can't seem to get a grip

No matter how I live with it