How We Land (feat. Justin Vernon) Lyrics & Tabs by P.O.S.
How We Land (feat. Justin Vernon)
guitar chords lyrics
We on our own trip
Falling in love by the milligram
Pay no attention, no intentions could keep
This from getting out of hand
So resistant cause we know that we are so content to sleep where
We land
So sick we get to choose when we skip the plan
Pay no intention, no resentment ever
Evened out a weaker hand
Get some comfort from the chemist and we hold each other close
As we can
Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait
Worse things have happened to better people
That's the mantra
The feelings are over with
Worse things have happened to better people
That's the mantra
The feelings are over with
Sick pout
Kissed
But no frown flipped
Missed it
We're dealing with oceans
Big fish bigger hooks
No coast, row
But just don't go
Quiet
Keep them alarms loud
Let em look
No harm meant friction in the gaze
Stare easy
Or fade to another place
Why stay
Ain't no sense in mending any fences
They break
Only
Taken when there's things to take
All away
All of me offered if you ask
But only if you ask
Honesty could cost me all I have
Take it, we stay on our own trip
Stopping the world to creep
Again
Sleeping where I land
Soft
Demons eating
Bottom speeding up toward my feet
I'm
Easily lost
Needing for caution
Fear to exhaust
Escape the dearest to me
Clear for take
Off
We gone again
Autobahn
Counter all encounters
Cracks in the armor
Home without a
Doubt
It's a thin line between coded and closed
Cozy in any mode
Long as I'm covered
So
Long as I'm not exposed
This place is wrong for me
Offer me
All or nothing
All for nothing
Love me not
Watch me closely
Call my bluff and call the shots
Roller coasting
Off the
Lot
Out the box
Busted
But fuck it
It's what I've got
So I trust it whether or not it's on
Its own trip
We're so amused with dismay
Ignore the fuse
Straight in the flame
We're so
Amused with dismay
Ignore the fuse
(Justin vernon)
Fully, fully
I'm relying, I'm relying
And your heart legs like a joke
Cut the cable, leave the oaks
Im the fable, now we choke
Love
Me baby while you poke, I won't befriend a lie
7 Red glosses imbedded in cold washes they said
Motivated mosses are holding over thier hounches she said
If more of them was honest you
Know no one would be cautious
And I hope that scans with your man!
