KIDS WITHOUT INSTRUMENTS || SENSE OF RIGHT

Open your mouth get back on your feet
When did your plans fall on concrete 
Trying to get home can’t find one here
It’s not the sunrise it’s the fear

And it all makes sense but two minutes too late
And the sound of her voice is too much for me to take
Oh my heart it breaks, oh my heart it breaks.

Constant back and forth circles running round
When did you speak bad thoughts aloud
I hope you know that you are my escape
We might be getting old but it’s not too late