On the Low
The same old blood
It fills our bones
It bangs a chord and a drum
We've never been
In the know
We're in the back rows, we're on the low
our poison hearts
Wore hoods like crowns
We took the breaks we got
Off all the ones
That I've lost
Oh you my brothers, you hurt the most
and in high suburban weeds
The wrong turns we took
Burning fires
by the creek
still carry the dice with me
uninvolved
six wishes are three, son
but we still play dumb
it goes in a circle you cant get out of
Autor(es): Toy Kjeldaas, Larsh Kristensen, Jonas Thire, Espen Helvig
