Binance

Straight Lines To Bad Lands (South)

In construction, I'll honor your soul Laid down, something more beautiful I'm tempted to rewrite it all This time I know I'm going In straight lines to bad lands I'm leaving nothing to chance Courageous mind, my left hand Reaches for you I'm holding On for dear life, cut from old cloth Tarred by the same brush As I sit here in the window of third For the first time I feel I wont fall In straight lines to bad lands I'm leaving nothing to chance Courageous mind, my left hand Reaches for you I'm holding I believe in I believe in when I believe in I believe in when