The Taste

Hand out, she holds
It’s feeling like we’ve been here before
We’re both so broke
That something, it’ll keep us afloat
Don’t walk too slow
We can’t keep falling deeper again
Came too close and the taste so far from pure
A rush of blood, but we search for so much more
We’ve all been here before
We’ve all been here before
We’ve all been here before
Hand out, she holds
It’s feeling like we’ve been here before
We’re both so broke
That something, it’ll keep us afloat
Don’t walk too slow
We can’t keep falling deeper again