Floating on the way,
Didn't call,
At the front gate.
I don't want to waste this.
At the Grand Lake,
With the lights,
Western facing.
I don't want to waste this.
Go on, sunken eyes tend to,
Hold on, let me fall into,
Your arms, feel the weight fall,
And wake up, from the light across my room.
Still floating on the way,
Lost time,
When I left late.
Swear I'm not wasting.
At the Grand Lake,
With the lights,
Western facing.
Swear I'm not wasting.
Strung up like the past,
Lit up like a match.
Go on, sunken eyes tend to,
Hold on, let me fall into,
Your arms, feel the weight fall,
And wake up, from the light across my room.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you love.
Pull apart and chew you up.
Cold Moon - Wake Up Lyrics
Cold Moon - Wake Up Lyrics
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Floating on the way,
Didn't call,
At the front gate.
I don't want to waste this.
At the Grand Lake,
With the lights,
Western facing.
I don't want to waste this.
Go on, sunken eyes tend to,
Hold on, let me fall into,
Your arms, feel the weight fall,
And wake up, from the light across my room.
Still floating on the way,
Lost time,
When I left late.
Swear I'm not wasting.
At the Grand Lake,
With the lights,
Western facing.
Swear I'm not wasting.
Strung up like the past,
Lit up like a match.
Go on, sunken eyes tend to,
Hold on, let me fall into,
Your arms, feel the weight fall,
And wake up, from the light across my room.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you love.
Pull apart and chew you up.
Didn't call,
At the front gate.
I don't want to waste this.
At the Grand Lake,
With the lights,
Western facing.
I don't want to waste this.
Go on, sunken eyes tend to,
Hold on, let me fall into,
Your arms, feel the weight fall,
And wake up, from the light across my room.
Still floating on the way,
Lost time,
When I left late.
Swear I'm not wasting.
At the Grand Lake,
With the lights,
Western facing.
Swear I'm not wasting.
Strung up like the past,
Lit up like a match.
Go on, sunken eyes tend to,
Hold on, let me fall into,
Your arms, feel the weight fall,
And wake up, from the light across my room.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you love.
Pull apart and chew you up.
Writer: ST AUBYN ANTONIO LEVY, WILL SIMMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC