What a deal I've worked with Father Sky
He's given me a choice with time
Walking straight on lines
Don't let our ankles roll
You've got to tip toe
Not to hurt your soul
Our bodies take a toll
You move the Pacific
You move..
Tearing through the light of your horizon
I try to find a way to screw my head on right
Tell me to confess but I have no regrets
You've got me by the neck
It's raw to my leather flesh
I gave my best, away
to no one specific
You're no one specific
A bone chilling culture mess
and still the vulture over my head
is threatening my sins
Digging deep inside my chest
realize we're loving less
Oh, and I gave my best
You move the Pacific
You move..
Who are you when no one's watching?
'Cause I always find myself talking
to someone in time with me
To who do you speak but never see?
To who do you speak but never see?
What a deal I've worked with Father Sky
You're no one specific
You're no one.. (2x)
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