Years from Escalator by 264 HOURS OF SLEEP

Bend this warm intention
and/end
tension
add time and ears
years

I walk up the escalator
is it me or a lacrimator?
water running down from both eyes
no borders in the blue skies
where the fuck is my translator?
I've been my worst imitator
what's left after all those lies?
well, feelings need no calculator no

Bend this warm intention
and/end
tension
add time and tears
years

Bend this warm intention
and/end
tension
add time and fears
years


I told you see you later
as you see it wasn't made up
I heard your voice in the crowds
there are no borders in the clouds
after all, what is your role?
I really hope there's more to this goal
there are no borders in the clouds
there are no islands in the crowds

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• guitar pedals
• voice
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