From The Desk Of B. Larsen Lyrics - Spitalfield

We drove through the night 

Listening to Pavement on the stereo 

And wondering to ourselves 

Will we see the sunrise 

Before the drugs wear off? 

Crossed so many borders 

That cease to exist, at least for now 

And at this hour 

All fears and reservations 

Escape through open windows into the southern skies 

And we're getting good 

At passing out in motion 

Or on strangers floors 

And our wandering hearts 

Numb our blistered fingers 

And our burning throats 

Tomorrow is the same 

It's just another repeat of today 

The smile and the wave 

Can we stay above the surface 

Without feeling glossy? 

Can we climb that stage again? 

To entertain the ghosts an maybe ourselves 

And then pass out 

Our blood has mixed 

And we are one and we will get through this 

And we're getting good 

At passing out in motion 

Or on strangers floors 

And our wandering hearts 

Numb our blistered fingers 

And our burning throats 

Our blood has mixed 

And we are one 

We will get through this 

Our blood has mixed 

And we are one 

We will get through this 

And we're getting good 

At passing out in motion 

Or on strangers floors 

And our wandering hearts 

Numb our blistered fingers 

And our burning throats