Courrier Inch Of Rope
I remember when we dreamt in motion
We were children singing vinyl dreams
I remember when our souls projected on silver screens
I remember when we dreamt in motion
We were children singing vinyl dreams
I remember when our souls projected on silver screens
We'd lie awake and hear the chimneys breathing
Heard the prayers of those highway choirs
Every night turned into years forgotten
Every inch turned into miles
I know you can't trust yourself
You can't trust yourself with an inch of rope
I know those words burn like Hell
Those words burn like Hell when they're in your throat
When they're in your throat
In my sleep I heard a siren singing
We forgot that we were lovers lost
In a sea amidst the tidal waters
Throwing us against the rocks
You've been drowning in an unkown ocean
Hemispheres away from anyone
Now the dream is just a fading siren
Of your innocence undone
I know you can't trust yourself
You can't trust yourself with an inch of rope
I know those words burn like Hell
Those words burn like Hell when they're in your throat
Honey, you are someone else
You are someone else in every wind that blows
But I'll be every knot you need
When you're lost at sea with an inch of rope
Without an inch of hope
I know you can't trust yourself
You can't trust yourself with an inch of rope
I know those words burn like Hell
Those words burn like Hell when they're in your throat
When they're in your throat