ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Wax


Shamed lovers as we recover
Too late for a place in your heart
Old winters hold the sins in you
Opens the door from the start

’cause we’re brothers with one another
Never be alone or apart
Old winters hold the sins in you
Opens a door from the start

I’m not leaving
No no
I’m not leaving

Waiting for the dawn to rise
And then at least we all can depart
Strange feeling, we’re past believing
A look we’ve got down to an art

As hopes shatter it won’t matter
And new ones in every design
Losing our balance we’re feeling the silence
Your doubts always mirroring mine

And as the pain falls out of your heart
It feels like the greatest thing that you’ve got
And maybe it’s halfway back to home
But is it a remedy too slow

To get you
To get you home
To get you
To get you home

Shamed lovers as we recover
Too late for a place in your heart
Old winters hold the sins in you
Opens the door from the start

’cause we’re brothers with one another
Never be alone or apart
Old winters hold the sins in you
Opens a door from the start

And as the pain falls out of your heart
It feels like the greatest thing that you’ve got
And maybe it’s halfway back to home
But is it a remedy too slow

To get you
To get you home
To get you
To get you home

To get you home
To get you home
To get you home
To get you
To get you home