Fold

Lyrics

Everyone's afraid 'til they're high on the weekend Everyone's a slave to the fire of the sun I've been looking back hoping to go forward I've been clinging on to the said-and-done And patience is a mire I get caught in the feelings My virtues are alright but I don't really need them I've been looking back hoping to go forward Filling all the gaps with a gentle sway The signals are alight for a hunger to need them The treasures are all mine if I know how to feed them I've been hanging out with the walls and the ceiling I've been holding up here on my own Silence when my fingers stall Violence when my patience falls And I'm feeling all my feelings if that's the way you're dealing then I fold Everyone's afraid 'til they're high on the weekend Everyone's a slave to the fire of the sun I've been looking back hoping to go forward I've been clinging on to the said and done And magic is a lie that they tell on the TV But curses are alive in my head and my bones Taking cover hoping they don't see me Taking cover hoping they don't know Prison is alright if you never leave it Prison is alright if that's all you know I've been hanging out with the walls and the ceiling I've been holding up here on my own