Lyrics Straight Lines - VOLA

Straight Lines

On the edge
On the loose
They are here to tie the noose
But they won’t catch me
Barking noise
Searchlight rays
Breaking news for broken days
Another entry
The undisputable hole inside of you
Wasn’t my pursuit
I am sure you knew
You’re a trustee
I am weak
I am sore
I attest to countless flaws
But I’m not guilty
You’re running low on straight lines
You’re running low on good signs
You’re running low, they say, the salt will flow
Into waste
Into voids
Into shades on polaroids
Leave a whispr?
Pinetree hill
Hold me tight
Cover up and chok the light
But save the blister