The Red
Chevelle
3:59Somehow we're sent by fools No better when we're lost I fell into your shoes But only one Hoping to be shown, a leaner curfew Hopeful senseless sins, gathering clues Weaving into, feeding off the youth Somehow we're sent by fools No better when we're lost I fell into your shoes But only one The skies are overwhelmed, another teacher Heads for higher ground, gathering clues Weaving into Feeding off the youth Closing chapters tell of, a final virtue Pay for healing as, eyes go hollow Weaving into We bring this to you Somehow we're sent by fools No better when we're lost I fell into your shoes But only one Somehow we're sent by fools No better when we're lost I fell into your shoes But only one