Further From The Few - Finch

This play — a price upon my head

Switch back — loosen up your thread

The underlining truth.

Something out of you

Knees deep.

Superficial waste.

The unbearable sting and broken taste

Sanctify your sin.

You push the needle in

(Sailing)

Sterilise your view, when you’re further from the few

(Shame me)

Cover me with doubt, I’m stronger now somehow

Folding, arms against the glare

Changing, are we so severe?

Holding to the reigns

Hands calloused with age

This place, a plague upon the rest

Plug in, tighten up the fray

Justify your skin, you stab yourself again

I chased the main line followed direction home with you

This city’s burning and there’s nothing you can do

I chased the main line followed direction home with you

This city’s burning and there’s nothing, there’s nothing you can do