Distress In The Control Tower Lyrics - Singles - Anatomy Of A Ghost

We're surrounded... just drop the gun (the fields have been cut off) 

The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills 

The ticking clock spins out of control, erosion claims the monuments 

The wires rust sets the ghost with such hollow empty sound 

Breaking on its touch to eardrums 

Traversing these low vibrations to an awful piercing pitch 

So tear us down so we can cut our throats leaving the words 

Written in the sky, No we won't, no we won't put these hands down tonight 

And breathing takes practice and its practice we missed 

So we died end transmission we're giving up 

Climb the spires in hopes of... 

The flowing uncut grass climbs up all in efforts to drag us down 

Hidden from the stand off as if they wouldn't look 

Turn the lights low. Wasting precious time. 

Wait for no one. Tell it like it is. (x 4) 

Turn the lights low. Wasting precious time. 

Turn out the lights and dream of colors 

Wait for no one. Tell it like it is. (x 2) 

And breathing takes practice and its practice we missed 

So we die end transmission we're giving up 

Climb the spires in hopes of... 

Climb the spires in hopes that the stand off ends today 

Climb the spires in hopes of... 

Climb the spires in hopes that the destruction ends we're saved 

We're surrounded... just drop the gun 

The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills 

Sudden full... sudden release! 

We're surrounded... just drop the gun 

The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control 

Suffer face, hands, suffocate 

We're surrounded... just drop the gun 

The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills 

Sudden full... sudden release! 

We're surrounded... just drop the gun 

The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control 

Suffer face, hands, suffocate 

And breathing takes practice and its practice we missed 

So we die end transmission we're giving up 

We're surrounded... just drop the gun 

The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills 

Sudden full... sudden release! 

Climb the spires in hopes that the stand off ends today 

We're surrounded... just drop the gun 

The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control 

Suffer face, hands, suffocate 

Climb the spires in hopes that the stand off ends today