Light / Tempest

Caught the last train out of the city Clairvoyant told me I was looking pretty bleak And my years gonna be pretty morbid Start of my week Im already pretty beat Coz your photographs are constant reminders Of what it couldve been If i hadnt left the scene Of the crime and i cleaned up the bloodshed I could hardly speak So you turn the other cheek Yeah its looking pretty bleak So ill turn to the mystique For advice in what i seek And some useless techniques yeah Id rather stay inside And lose my mind Coz i hate the sight Of myself under this light Of myself under this light Saw a silhouette in the bathroom Slipping on the tiles Im falling in style Coz my sense of balance has been discarded High on bikie weed Its far from pristine but at least it seems to numb all the memories Natural remedies Alter my tendencies To think in extremities Think i need therapy Got no one to sell to me Id rather stay inside And lose my mind Coz i hate the sight Of myself under this light Of myself under this light Learning pretty quick being sick makes me miss love Tired of the nights within the glitch i need a splendour Little did i know within the climax The gaps In my memories are caught within the tempest Quick to make me miss love Yeah i need a splendour The gaps in my memories are caught within the tempest Quick to make me miss love The gaps in my memories are caught within the tempest Quick to make me miss love The gaps in my memories are caught within the tempest