Before Braille Miracle Mile Lyrics

Miracle Mile Lyrics

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