Spitalfield - From The Desk Of B. Larsen Lyrics

we drove through the night,
listening to pavement on the stereo,
and wondering to ourselves,
"will we see the sun rise,
before the drugs wear off?"

cross so many borders
that cease to exist at least for now
and at this hour,
all fears and reservations
escape through open windows,
to the southern skies.

and we're getting good
at passing out in motion,
or on strangers floors,
and our wandering hearts,
numb our blistered fingers and our burning throats

tomorrow is the same,
its just another repeat of today,
the smile and the wave,
can we stay above the surface,
without feeling blase?

can we climb that stage again?
to entertain the ghosts, maybe ourselves
and then pass out
our blood has mixed,
and we are one,
and we will get through this.

and we're getting good
at passing out in motion,
or on strangers floors,
and our wandering hearts,
numb our blistered fingers and our burning throats

our blood has mixed,
and we are one,
will we get through this

our blood has mixed,
and we are one,
will we get through this

and we're getting good
at passing out in motion,
or on strangers floors,
and our wandering hearts,
numb our blistered fingers and our burning throats