Texty: Hotel Of The Laughing Tree. Old Dominion. Sunday Squires.

I might have lied to acquit my crimes.
And I might have cried just to get me by.
But how did I collide with all your guns and smoke?
A thousand miles high the ocean yawns and chokes.
It yawns and brings me home.

And every day you carved a brand new face for everyone.
And every night you're drying the salt from your eyes.
How did I arrive with all these hearts and holes?
With falsely advertised conditional love exposed?
I don't know your name.

I'm tracing your skin,
in the town where you live.
Just stay for the night,
and I'll wrong all your rights.
There's a town off the coast,
where they sigh like a ghost in my home

(Thanks to Brandon for these lyrics)