Текст песни I Dissolve - The Early November

People say that I'll be fine
Grow out of awkward times
Pedal art at 35
I think they're dead in my sight

Grind my teeth, dissolve like salt
Mix my fears in double malt

And I get lost in the night
I get lost in the night

I still want to open eyes
I've seen where we all hide
Suffocation in the time
Decorate the darker side

Hang that wreath, drown all clear thought
Celebrate the launching of the loss of the night

I get lost in the night
I get lost in the night
And I get lost in the night

I hate when people say
That I will be just fine
Swallowed up by lies
That got us everything
Hey, I hate I can't complain
Because that would be too slight
Josiah and the lion

So I get lost in the night
So I get lost in the night
So I get lost in the night

People say that I'll be fine