Over the Rise

It's a stranger's choir when I choose to move on,
 when the dark comes up we will float over buildings,
 Your new year's treaty left us with foul breath,
 I'd wash it off with a glass of familiar love.
 There's thronging danger waiting for footsteps,
 It seemed to cross the fences the wrong way,
 You reckon we will be meeting at days end,
 It's a highway call to wave all your white flags,
 you reckon we will be meeting at days end,
 It's a highway call to wave all your white flags.
 Yea, I feel worthless despite your claims,
 Yea, I feel run down by all your stains,
 Yea, I feel worthless despite your claims,
 Yea, I feel run down by all your stains,
 Your stains, your stains, your stains, your stains, oh no...