High / Aflame - Knifeworld

Falling upwards looking down at Hell?

The Devil keeps a close watch on his entry phone

Waiting there for you to ring the bell

High, aflame

High, aflame

With the chatter of electric semaphore

We could radio the golden few

Then the clouds will part and you’ll reveal yourself

All the radios will tune to you

High, aflame

High, aflame

I was lying face down, an uncertainty

Marking my defeat in crushing tales

When I felt the hands of titans guiding me

And the breath of gods inflate my sails

High, aflame

High, aflame

In the wake of brilliance and lunacy

Or the quake of microscopic dots

Why would we these desperate circles occupy?

When we could speak in tongues or stop the clocks

High, aflame

High, aflame

Oh darling if you could see through time, Phanerothyme

I got a feeling that we could just be leaving on another train

No coming back again

I scored a hundred, don’t mean I’m high, probably why

I got a craving that we could just be saving up another day

He’s found another way

Oh darling if you could see through time, Phanerothyme

I got a feeling that we could just be leaving on another train

No coming back again

I scored a hundred, don’t mean I’m high, probably why

I got a craving that we could just be saving up another day

He’s found another way

I got a feeling he won’t be back this way again

Living set to die, living set to die

Ooh, I got a feeling he won’t be back this way again

Living set to die, living set to die

Ooh, I got a feeling he won’t be back this way again

Living set to die, living set to die

Ooh, I got a feeling he won’t be back this way again

Living set to die, living set to die

Living set to die, living set to die

Living set to die, living set to die