Mortal Towns Lyrics – Wolfrik

Everything is piling up
Thirteen miles of bad luck
Driving right across the riverbed of the Athabasca
Muddy waters took what’s left of

Drag the lake for any trace of how this used to be
Before it washed from your feet
Count the days that you’re away
As it rages over everything

Hey, you wake up in the middle of nowhere
Sell your time, selling your time
Relying on a closing window
All your bets are on the blind

Drag the lake for any trace of how this used to be
Beforе it washed from your feet
Count the days that you’re away
Raging on ovеr everything

We ain’t booming like we used to
We ain’t booming like we used to
We ain’t booming like we used to
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Wolfrik Lyrics – Mortal Towns

Wolfrik

Mortal Towns