Fall Back

Echoes rolling up behind me. Like my new obsession who just follows me. And I am so disconnected. Am I home? Am I alone? The morning wind has got its eye on me. Those hills of gloves and ruined pots of tea. And if you were lost then maybe you're gone. Cold and grand and sharp like a gun. I was waiting for the right tune. I find you in the dark room. I was waiting for the right tune. I find you. I find you. Hold me tight too close. You don't even know me. Trust my brother's thumb. Made my throne from bones piece. Christian Dior. Spending like they own me. Oh, oh, Oh. Hold me tight too close. You don't even know me. Trust my brother's thumb. My throne from bones piece. Christian Dior. Spending like they own Me. Oh, oh. Misaligning is my specialty. Indecisive all the time like please. Don't know who's alive or not these days. Guess everyone's alive some way. All I wanna know is who you're sad for. My half-open lovesick paramour. And when you begin digging in, The dead come down to touch your skin. I was waiting for the right tune. I find you in the dark room. I was waiting for the right tune. I find you. I find you. Hold me tight too close. You don't even know me. Trust my brother's thumb. Made my throne from bones piece. Christian Dior. Spending like they own me. Oh, oh, Hold me tight too Close. You don't even know me. Trust my brother's thumb. Made my throne bones piece. Christian Dior. Spending like they own me. Oh, Oh,