It's out of my hands
When a stone has lost it's way
I'm spilling over going under
Turn a page, we haven't changed
But we lost our glow during the race
And with newfound freedom we're gorgeous
Inside a maze, losing touch
When the luck runs dry, fill your cup
And old friends start fading and we're changing
Yeah
It's out of my hands
When a stone has lost it's way
I'm spilling over going under
Come around, come around
We'll make it out
Make it out again
And what a waste, it's drag when you're replaced
Lost your faith
The skyline is imposing for the moment
Beneath the lights, the city lights
The crowds roll by, pick your crime
And you can count your losses and keep movin' yeah
It's out of my hands
When a stone has lost it's way
I'm spilling over going under
Come around, come around
We'll make it out
Make it out again
Come around, come around
We'll make it out
Make it out again
Oh
Yeah yeah
When the madness ends
We can trade a glance and understand
We can face the day without regret, it clearing up our heads
When'll you care?
When'll you care?
Come around, come around
We'll make it out
Make it out again
Come around, come around
We'll make it out
Make it out again
We'll make it out, make it out
Make it out, make it out
Make it out, make it out again
Writer(s): Corbray Sean Michael, Godwin Andrew Haston, Lindquist Jason Earle, Wadsworth Derrick Daniel
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