I've got to hand it to you for making it off the island
I was seduced by the traumas
The funeral mourners
Would whisper in line

I got to give it to you for breaking free of the seasons
I was cohearsed by a nightmare
Where every knife turned
Away on a breeze

You walk away across the lines
You fade away hung on a wire
You fall asleep and tell yourself
That this don't matter at all

I got to give it to you for breaking free of the numbers
I can't sleep from the gunshots
And every pin drop
I hear on the wind

I've got to hand it to you for making it off the island
I was restrained by the warders
Patrolling the borders
Behind of my eyes

You walk away across the lines
You fade away hung on a wire
You fall asleep and tell yourself
That this don't matter at all

You walk away across the lines
You fade away hung on a wire
You fall asleep and tell yourself
That this don't matter at all

You walk away, don't walk away
Cos all these things don't matter now
You walk away, don't walk away
Cos all these things don't matter now

You walk away, don't walk away
Cos all these things don't matter now
You walk away, don't walk away
Cos all these things don't matter now

You walk away, don't walk away
See all these things don't matter now

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