Letra da Música Don't Fight The Mirage de Young Statues

And it's a slow dancing sinking urgency
Coming in the morning it sparks, a late night of thinking
Turns you around
Slips through your fingers before you get down low enough
It was stolen in a silk sheet bed
Back of your head where it rests with a framework of friends
Half on a strangers thread, the needle takes again

Glowing in the night, some of us
young and sweet like honey
Or shocked to the bone, a bleeding dream
A walking cliche, how can you know
if its to blame for the sour taste

Don't try to fight the mirage
It's setting our eyes on fire
Keep blinking, sinks into nothing
A desert too try
It slips through your fingers
Before you can let go of mine

It was old until it all made sense
Back of your head where it rests in the place you know best
Half on a strangers thread, the needle takes again
Glowing in the night, some of us
young and sweet like honey
Or shocked to the bone, a bleeding dream
A walking cliche, how can you know
if its to blame for the sour taste