Won't You Save Our Lives Already?

Lost Seasons

Tangled in a fishing net
Craving gold from that one old bet
When the insides twist and turn
Feeling alive from that good old burn
Longing for revelations
Fleeing between long known stations
Caught up in what could have been
It’s too late, it’s a shame, it’s a sin

Oh, How The Mist Pulled Us In

The Way You Make Me Sway