Young Guns - Stitches - Lyrics

Every hour is a season

Every minute lasts a day

So I sit here picking stitches

I find confort in decay

How long to fill my lungs

So tell me how does it feel to

Breathe air cold and clean

'Cause I've been living on my knees since I was seventeen

Thought I was safe beneath the smoke

But even under cover I still choke

Well my wings were clipped and even if they wern't

(Even if they wern't)

I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth

(Leave behind the Earth)

There's no poetry in my soul

(Poetry, In my soul)

Just a list of lies I've told

(List of lies, That I've told)

And I don't know how much longer I can hold on

Well my wings were clipped and even if they wern't

(Even if they wern'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 were clipped and even if they wern'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 ...

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