Should Your Way Ever Need Finding Back Songtext

late nights collect on your fingers like a black marking the things you touch. should your way ever need finding back.

put your hands together now and let us pray for things which have no mass. we're the lesser half of nothing at all and we're shrinking everyday.

a little poison at night to hold us till dawn. so feel the cold sweat come on, whether right or wrong.

bad nights collect on your fingers, but dont look back at the clean things you smeared. make a list of things that can't exist and write our names.

a little poison at night to hold us till dawn. feel the cold sweat comeon , whether right or wrong.