Can't draw a breath in this
Poisonous air
Is there a place where we can
Breathe free and clear
Our lungs are burning
Still we wait to exhale
But then I hear you sing and think
The future is fine
We're separate and can't get over the divide
Crossing a bridge made out of swords
Our sight obscured
By the ill fitting masks we're sold
Factions converging on
An ancient frontier
Outside the windows
Underneath the veneer
Burn down our house to spite
The neighbor for theirs
But when we're face to face I think
The future is fine
We're separate and can't get over the divide
Crossing a bridge made out of swords
Our sight obscured
By the ill fitting masks we're sold
If we fight
If we dissent from the heart
If we fight
The future is fine
Old Arrows - The Future Is Fine Lyrics
Old Arrows - The Future Is Fine Lyrics
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Can't draw a breath in this
Poisonous air
Is there a place where we can
Breathe free and clear
Our lungs are burning
Still we wait to exhale
But then I hear you sing and think
The future is fine
We're separate and can't get over the divide
Crossing a bridge made out of swords
Our sight obscured
By the ill fitting masks we're sold
Factions converging on
An ancient frontier
Outside the windows
Underneath the veneer
Burn down our house to spite
The neighbor for theirs
But when we're face to face I think
The future is fine
We're separate and can't get over the divide
Crossing a bridge made out of swords
Our sight obscured
By the ill fitting masks we're sold
If we fight
If we dissent from the heart
If we fight
The future is fine
Poisonous air
Is there a place where we can
Breathe free and clear
Our lungs are burning
Still we wait to exhale
But then I hear you sing and think
The future is fine
We're separate and can't get over the divide
Crossing a bridge made out of swords
Our sight obscured
By the ill fitting masks we're sold
Factions converging on
An ancient frontier
Outside the windows
Underneath the veneer
Burn down our house to spite
The neighbor for theirs
But when we're face to face I think
The future is fine
We're separate and can't get over the divide
Crossing a bridge made out of swords
Our sight obscured
By the ill fitting masks we're sold
If we fight
If we dissent from the heart
If we fight
The future is fine
Writer: Chris Woodhead
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid