from Good Sport
You were on the ground
Waiting on
Waiting for the round
Always off the path
Drowning out
The weight of the warm sound
We were on an airwave
Way up
Falling on the lions
In a daze, we looked out like kings
We no longer know
Please, tell me how
To feel it all, all around
Lead me on
Almost home
(One) I no longer know
On our best day, we were brothers
All our leaders can't deny
Who we are
I was on fire
And it took a father's leap
So afraid to lose my cityscape
And I pry, pry, pry and look out to the West
Credits
- Pedal steel
- Ben Lester
- Vocals / Programming / Guitars / Piano / Percussion / Trombones / Synths
- Nick Ball