Letra Layover de Premonitions Of War original

Sweating out the hours meticulously collected, pinpointed and highlighted. Scratching off events and fifth lines for a better sense of purpose. Tallying up what's gone done for good. On the outskirts of familiarity, complacency has terminal light. And total silence, a welcome foreign language. Outrun them all. Outrun their marathon. Outrun them on everyone's time but my own.