False Leads To Dead Ends

Bent Denim

Compositor: Bent Denim

False leads to dead ends
I will open up again
In buildings combed with mold
Across this capitol
I’m coming down
As this city falls asleep
Down off my two worn feet
I’ve grown so cold

Transport me and guarantee an opiate drug death
Visit me and adorn me my grave with babies breath

I’m dreaming again
Of living without end
And that crooked way I hold
All I really love
If this is fate
Then you’re not just a face
That I will get to know

Transport me and guarantee an opiate drug death
Visit me and adorn me my grave with babies breath