Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Composure, artist - Waxwane.
Date of issue: 12.04.2018
Song language: English
Composure |
Make sure the rope’s tight |
'Cause I don’t like heights |
And lookin' down makes me sick |
I’ll force my butterflies to fly in formation |
One false step and I know I’ll slip |
I’m always tryin' to stay grounded without fallin' to my death |
I’m always findin' a way 'round it, to safeguard the good in me that’s left |
Well I promise there’s a price you pay to be a saint |
This is a sinner’s world, so choose your flames |
Live in the dark, give hell your soul to claim |
Or let your body burn to light the way |
Well I promise there’s a price you pay to be a saint |
This is a sinner’s world, so choose your flames |
Live in the dark, give hell your soul to claim |
Or let your body burn to light the way |
Make sure the rope’s tight |
'Cause I don’t like heights |
And lookin' down makes me sick |
If my nerves don’t spark in sequence |
I’ll just be thankful I worked on my grip |
But if I fell, then I’d still sing |
A raven’s still a songbird after you clip its wings |
And when tempter sends or tempest brings my last moments |
I’ll be falling free |
Well I promise there’s a price you pay to be a saint |
This is a sinner’s world, so choose your flames |
Live in the dark, give hell your soul to claim |
Or let your body burn to light the way |
Well I promise there’s a price you pay to be a saint |
This is a sinner’s world, so choose your flames |
Live in the dark, give hell your soul to claim |
Or let your body burn to light the way |