Letras
Where do you run?
Lit your cigarette
Under the bright lights
Stare at silhouettes
In the dead of midnight
Templeman, you can't run
Satellite trace everything you've done
From day one, below the sun
Our televisions are never wrong
Templeman
(You can't run)
Light your cigarette
Burn down to the filter
Inhaling your regrets
Tastes like winter
Templeman, you can't run
Satellite trace everything you've done
From day one, below the sun
Our televisions are never wrong
Templeman, how to let go?
Templeman, fuck it, let's go
Templeman
Crush your cigarette
With the fire inside you
Tap your ashes to the ground
In a shade of dirt blue
Templeman, you can't run
Satellite trace everything you've done
From day one, below the sun
Our televisions are never wrong
Templeman, where do you run?
When monitors track everywhere you've gone
For so long, under the gun
Our televisions are never wrong
Templeman