Waking up with cold blood in my veins
Looking at these constellations
Never be the same
Turn over the map and try it out
The winds are shifting
Heaven coming down
Seventeen hours
To make it through the night
It's right out
right out at me
Trading in this town,
Embers to the sky
It's right out
Right out at me
Headlight through the fog against the ground
Miles at the start of something
dying to be found
Let it fill the whispers in the night
The gaze I turn in through the tender light
Seventeen hours
To make it through the night
It's right out
right out at me
Trading in this town,
Embers to the sky
It's right out
Right out at me
Waking up with cold blood in my veins
Looking at these constellations
Never be the same
Turn over the map and try it out
The winds are shifting
Heaven coming down
Seventeen hours
To make it through the night
It's right out
right out at me
Trading in this town,
Embers to the sky
It's right out
Right out at me
Seventeen Hours