Lyrics Don't Fight The Mirage - Young Statues

Don't Fight The Mirage

And it’s a slow dancing sinking urgency
Coming in the morning it sparks, a late night of thinking
Turns you around.
Slips through your fingers before you get down low enough
It was stolen in a silk sheet bed.
Back of your head where it rests with a
framework of friends
Half on a strangers thread, the needle takes again
Glowing in the night, some of us young and sweet like honey
Or Shocked to the bone, a bleeding dream
A walking cliche, how can you know if its to blame for the sour taste
Don’t try to fight the mirage, it's setting our eyes on fire, keep blinking,
sinks into nothing
A desert too try.
It slips through your fingers before you can let go of mine
It was old until it all made sense, back of your head where it rests in the
place you know best
Half on a strangers thread, the needle takes again
Glowing in the night, some of us young and sweet like honey
Or Shocked to the bone, a bleeding dream
A walking cliche, how can you know if its to blame for the sour taste