I shoot it low, kill the [bad word] myself out on the north shore
I make it one, watch the sun
Sink behind the trees with the keys to the kingdom

I shoot it high, let it fly
Bury myself under a blue sky
I see a scheme, make it clean
Drown in blue rivers under a muffled scream

Call your number wishing I could make amends
And I`m caught in a space between my head and my face again

I hit it down, kill the [bad word] myself out on the northbound
I make it one, kill the sun
Bury my disease with the keys to the kingdom

Call your number wishing I could make amends
And I`m caught in a space between my head and my face again

I shoot it low
- Shoot. it. low
Kill the flow
- Kill. the. [bad word] myself out on the north shore

Call your number wishing I could make amends
And I`m caught in a space between my head and my face again

Call your number wishing I could make amends
And I`m caught in a space between my head and my face again.