Young Guns - Stiches

Every hour is a season
Every minute lasts day
So I sit here picking stitches
I find comfort in decay

How I long to fill my lungs
(Lungs)

Tell me how does it feel to
Breathe air cold and clean
Cos I've been living on my knees
Since I was seventeen

Thought I was safe beneath the smoke
(Smoke)
But even undercover I still choke

My wings are clipped but even if they weren't
(even if they weren't )
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
(leave behind the earth)
There's no poetry in my soul
(In my soul)
Just a list of lies I've told
(In my soul)
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on

My wings are clipped but even if they weren't
(even if they weren't )
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
(leave behind the earth)
There's no poetry in my soul
Just a list of lies I've told
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on

My wings are clipped but even if they weren't
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
There's no poetry in my soul
Just a list of lies I've told
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on

Written by:
BENJAMIN LLOYD JOLLIFFE, SIMON MITCHELL, FRASER MACLEOD TAYLOR, JOHN STUART TAYLOR, GUSTAV TOMAS WOOD, Benjamin Jolliffe, Fraser Taylor, Gustav Wood, John Taylor

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