Knuckles White Dry Lyrics - Gang Of Youths

Deep in the breath of a carrier 

Coughing up blood is the worst case scenario 

No way in hell is this happening 

For worse I don't care if it kills me 

I promise you won't die, swear it 

It's a civic occasion 

You're driving my car from the city 

You see my knuckles white dry from the walls I've been punching 

So where is the ticket, or park it just let it? 

And you haven't cried much or nearly enough 

But I scream at your chest for as long as I must 

Do you think it hears me? 

Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun 

The skin or the lungs 

Not today 

Nor tomorrow 

It's no kind of living afraid or unknown let the dead be the dead 

Let us live in the sun 

From here until the car ride home 

if I hear another i love you get well from someone we don't know or that I didn't tell 

And I swear that ill show them a vision of hell 

It gets tiresome you know 

As long as strangers the poke and they prod 

And I drive all that shit to the side of your blood 

If miracles function 

Then where is our god that is the question I posed 

And you haven't changed much or nearly enough 

But I scream at your chest for as long as I trust 

That it hears me 

Do you think it hears me? 

Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun 

The skin or the lungs 

Not today 

Nor tomorrow 

It's no kind of living afraid or unknown 

Let the dead be the dead let us live in the sun 

From here until the car ride home 

The car ride home 

Car ride home 

The car ride home 

The car ride home 

The car ride home 

The car ride home 

The car ride home 

The car ride home 

The car ride home 

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