Stretched Invisible from London

Lyrics

Mixed scents erase The richness of color Melted skin coats a canvas (The) gray in between Comes into focus as stained blood Be here in the morning We'll paint with what's left We'll make the most with what we've got Until they take our eyes Now in the smoke that swallows us I can't see Be here in the morning We'll paint new eyes with What's left of the Blood-stained smoke that swallows When thе bombs drop I still can't see what's left Stay with me We'll run all night Bеfore the last Of the bombs drop We'll run all night Until they take our eyes