Miracle Mile Lyrics - Singles - Before Braille

I'm ready to blow 

It's not my fault 

Don't waste a four-leaf clover 

Good happens to the owner 

Just wait, when the leaves fall 

They go below your faults 

Now you're just boring me to death 

I've got a catacomb underneath the same place I lay my head 

I've gotta bury them blind and then control what they find 

I'm hanging on a thread 

You know I'm ready to blow like I've told you I would 

Out of nothing you find your own authority 

Cleanse the water to send your holy blessings 

I'm flying solo, I'm falling so low, where do we go 

Out of nothing you find your own authority 

Forbidden honor will go as far as atrophy 

I'm flying solo 

I'll go 

Now you're just boring me to death 

I've got a cataract focused on a shaky conscience at best (shaky guest) 

I've got to make up my mind and try to make up some time 

I'm hanging on a thread 

You know I'm ready to blow, but not quite yet 

You know I'm ready to fold, can't count my cards yet 

You know I'm ready to forget all we've been through 

You know I'm ready for you 

The shaken are desperate for new sounds on old ground 

To bury reflections, 

infections from strong hands in weak glands 

And when they're awakened their vision will fade 

It aint a bit of my fault 

I'm gonna miss her