I would blank it out
In my mind
Pull the blinds when the sun starts to rise
That pall mall
Filter under your boot
Stains the ground now
Stains the ground now
The wide open pores of this town
The wide open pores of this
Continuous grey days
Not to be balanced out
The sun's resignation
This smoke stained little town
I would highly doubt
That you'd see
The world inside a grain of sand
But that's your plan
If the sun will do the equation for you now
And we're tied to an entrance of sound
The exits on land and we drown
And we're never swimming back again
No we're never swimming back