Lyrics Corpses Feuding Underground - Knifeworld

Corpses Feuding Underground

Angel sighs in my hand, she’s turning round,
Camera shy, but there’s a chance we might be found.
Half asleep, but half awake I’m wondering,
How she combs her hair?
I’ll ask her now, she’s over there.
She’s up.
She’s up above corpses feuding underground.
I swear if those boys outside disturb you while you sleep,
I douse them all in petrol and let the Clipper sort it out.
(sort it out)
You sail on.
You sail on.
You sail on.
You sail on.
You sail on without me.
You sail on without me.
You sail on without me.
You sail on.
Half asleep when I said that we could keep it up,
But that was half of me.