Astray

You can hear the engines at the road

You can feel the concrete

You can feel the cold

You can swear this is the last time

That you're gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold

Is it burning like a fever?

Is it nothing at all?

The pattern in the sunrise

Patterns in the salt

You can swear this is the last time

That you're gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold

Is it what you ask for

Is it what you ask for in the night

Used to wake you up

Is it what you ask for in the night

You can hear the engines at the road

You can feel the concrete

You can feel the cold

You can swear this is the last time

That you're gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold

Is it burning like a fever?

Is it nothing at all?

The pattern in the sunrise

Patterns in the salt

You can swear this is the last time

That you're gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold

(Is it what you ask for)

(Is it what you ask for in the night)

(Used to wake you up)

(Is it what you ask for in the night)

Is it what you ask for

Is it what you ask for in the night

Used to wake you up

Is it what you ask for in the night

Is it what you ask for

Is it what you ask for in the night

Used to wake you up

Is it what you ask for in the night

Is it what you ask for

Is it what you ask for in the night

Used to wake you up

Is it what you ask for in the night