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Fade On off of the album Up for Air by Tree Machines
lyrics
Seems like something’s wrong here.
I can’t feel my fingertips.
Grabbing on with no fear.
Taking off like rocketships.
Hands raised to the sky.
God, I feel alive.
Oh yeah!
Holding on to pavement.
Brushing off a cold sweat.
Catching on to your scent.
Spin me round your fingertips.
Oh God. Hold on to the fading night
With our faded minds.
Raise up.
Fade on.
Holding out for no one else. Only us.
We’ve been called out of touch.
We’re all begging for the rush.
Got to keep on moving.
Dance until the morning hits.
All a sea of movement.
Kisses, tongues, and open lips.
Strung out but you can’t stop now.
No, you won’t fall down.
No, you ask for more.
Raise up.
Fade on.
Holding out for no one else. Only us.
We’ve been called out of touch.
We’re all begging for the rush.
I can taste your stale sweat.
Vodka base and cigarettes.
Speakers loud as jumbo jets.
Phantom sounds and silhouettes.
Raise your hands up high.
Raise your hands up high.
Raise up.
Fade on.
Holding out for no one else. Only us.
We’ve been called out of touch.
We’re all begging for the rush.
credits
from
Up for Air,
track released July 27, 2017
Patrick Aubry, Doug Wooldridge, Mike Giffin
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