A Faith Called Chaos - The Tenessee Promise Still Loves The Texas Lie

The Tennessee promise still loves the Texas lie,

The light was green, 9:50 like your eyes.

I never thought I’d get out of this (get out of this)

Last years near miss is today’s sure hit



I’m still breaking limbs in this

Looking at how the pieces fit

Darling chase, darling cleanse

The chill of whitest breath might win,

Cling to the worries of your boy

Call midland home



Hit another,

Hit another one for me.