WOLVES & MACHINES LYRICS

"Coastlines"

All of your years
Exist on a plane
Steady and sloped
And waiting to drain

You will grow old
And creased in your face
Blue haired and gold
A delicate state

Stuck in a climate or stuck in a cool breeze
Stuck in the scent of a greenhouse or dead leaves
The road pulled us back, yeah, I guess that I always
Planned to see it through

Do you hang your head
When you think about home?
Does it warm up your sheets
When you're feeling alone?

You were a bird
But I clipped your wings
I was a cage
And you wouldn't sing

Stuck in a climate or stuck in a cool breeze
Stuck in the scent of a greenhouse or dead leaves
The road pulled us back, yeah, I guess that I always
Planned to see it through

If I was a coast
Set in the west
would you meet there
And help clear out my head?

Submit Corrections

Punk Lyrics | W | WOLVES & MACHINES