Florence Songtext
von Empty Atlas

Did I end at the start?
Gone deaf at the gunshot from the word "go"
And I can′t read lips, but I know the word "no"

Just time for a quick recap
Spirit started to lift then a full collapse
Still trust for the best, but it's traveling slow

And I think my mind′s enough to make it so

Clear a path
Make a way
Ready myself 'cause the door's swinging open someday

Burned out on your star signs
My palms only show all the work I′ve done
Feels like all I achieved last year was once more ′round the sun


Fortune favors the fortunate, I guess
It's all a matter of perspective
At best, it′s providence; at worst, it's music for my friends
And I think I′m fine no matter how it ends
I think I've finally started making sense

Clear a path
Make a way
Ready myself ′cause the door's swinging open someday

Clear a path
Make a way
Ready myself 'cause the door′s swinging open someday

Clear a path
Make a way
Ready myself ′cause the door's swinging open someday

Clear a path
Make a way
Ready myself ′cause the door's swinging open someday