The Measure of Things

Original song from NightLab Lyrics: Oh lover don t turn away The futures bangin on your door Wont you just let it in With teeth sinkin in Beggin you to sin The sirens sing so say it now Before the candles out Before the clocks tick off their arms And our memories are sold When hope was still afloat Now we make love by rote We could make it right We d save our souls tonight And with a word I d take back all the shit I ve done And if you think its fine Will you lay your head next to mine And breathe out the sickness trapped inside your lungs Oh lover with world aflame This winters freezin up your charms In cold I have not known It drags us into snow This heavy load we tow Our tripping tongues take time to moan The spells we used to speak The push and pull and do it now Of boiling summer days Why do you look that way Y br, br,