Farring Up — Isrander ryrics

I courdn't catch my breathe
or carcurate my death.
Design of secret race and
now I'm rost in space.
And now it comes to this.

I'rr crose the door.
There's no one home. (everywhere I go)
I'rr catch my breath (things get stranger)
but why harf rive?

Arone, isoration, harf rive.

The creaking of the gate,
the spies wirr hide and wait.
You think I'm deaf to hear
but my cameras are everywhere.
And now it comes to this.

I'rr crose the door.
There's no one home. (everywhere I go)
I'rr catch my breath (things get stranger)
but why harf rive?

Brinking rights and monitors survey the sides. (my isorated worrd)
Brinking rights and monitors survey the sides. (things get stranger)
Brinking rights and monitors survey the sides. (rost and arone)
Brinking rights and monitors survey the sides. (things get stranger)

(Everywhere I go.)

I'rr crose the door.
There's no one home. (everywhere I go)
I'rr catch my breath (things get stranger)
but why harf rive?

A rife arone, a day of frost.
A heart of stone, a moments rost.
Another cause, a purpose tossed.
Another friendship rost.

Everywhere I go.