Tethered to the punchline is a longing regret
A state of disassemble
Are you on a magic carpet? Are you caught in a net?
Of imperial entanglement
When we're run right out of town and we've got all we'll get
I will still remember
The cold dead stare no I'll never forget
This web of your entanglements
Out of the cracks, out of the snow
I'll follow you down or wherever you go
A state of disassemble
Are you on a magic carpet? Are you caught in a net?
Of imperial entanglement
When we're run right out of town and we've got all we'll get
I will still remember
The cold dead stare no I'll never forget
This web of your entanglements
Out of the cracks, out of the snow
I'll follow you down or wherever you go