Chris Williams

Lyrics

Call it what you like
A sober try, a low fly-by transit
Houston hear my call
I’m spinning out, a tail-dive jester’s gambit
I’m far too gone to turn back now Hmmmm mmmmmmm

If I could bribe the Gods
For a time machine, to every one last try
fill my mouth with stones
Swallow them and the weight of words I've thrown
But, I'm far too gone to turn back now

White lines and postcards blur and bend
Rewind and remake and still find your end
Whispering words feel like sin
Don’t ever question my gambit again

I'm all scabs and scars
And Puppet stings feigning foolish smiles
Bartering the past
Promises for things that never last
I sold the fire for the gain
and glories that never came
Heavier things sit patiently
White lines and postcards they blur and they bend
Rewind and remake and still find your end
All your whispered words felt like sin
They'll never question my gambit again