Текст песни Straightaway - Color Theory
Spent
our
lives
in
foreign
lands
Holding
hands
Passport
pages
running
out
Heads
above
the
clouds
Eyes
toward
the
sun
Having
fun
Testing
luck
and
tempting
fate
Since
our
great
escape
Kept
a
journal
on
cassette
No
regrets
I'm
still
grateful
every
day
That
you
came
my
way
Trivial
concerns
Hairpin
turns
Chasing
the
horizon's
end
Just
around
the
bend
We
lived
out
our
bucket
lists
And
now
here
we
are
At
the
final
stretch
No
more
winding
roads
One
long
straightaway
Death
will
pay
all
of
our
debts
Time
forgets
Spread
my
ashes
on
the
sea
Should
you
outlive
me
Both
feet
on
the
ground
Slowing
down
Chapter
coming
to
a
close
Roosting
with
the
crows
I
don't
want
to
scare
you
off
But
if
you
must
fly
I
won't
clip
your
wings
When
the
hour
comes
Tell
me
straightaway
I
don't
want
to
tie
you
down
And
whether
or
not
You
choose
to
come
back
You
will
always
be
my
señora
So
if
you
must
go,
sayonara
When
the
hour
comes
Tell
me
straightaway
Straightaway
When
the
hour
comes
Tell
me
straightaway
Straightaway
When
the
hour
comes
Tell
me
1 This Whole Nothing
2 The Next Thing
3 Dungeons
4 The Outset
5 Rogues
6 Juggernaut
7 I Hardly Even Know You
8 Mages
9 Straightaway
10 The Limit
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