Lost in the midst of, once or twice
Or ten times now, or something more
The strangest sense of falling dice
That shift from table to the floor
I let the odds slip by again
Perchance my stance is unopposed then
I would like to meet you then
And hope to God my luck won't show
I can't believe it's come to this
I practiced my lines note for note
But as I move on through the mist
I cannot speak but so it goes
So pull the trigger in the dark
And count the seconds from the pull
And feel them weighing on your heart
But heart is nothing but muscle, so...
Lost in the midst of, once or twice
Or ten times now, or something more
The strangest sense of falling dice
That shift from table to the floor
I let the odds slip by again
Perchance my stance is unopposed then
I would like to meet you then
And hope to God my luck won't show
The Stone Lows - Falling Dice Lyrics
The Stone Lows - Falling Dice Lyrics
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Lost in the midst of, once or twice
Or ten times now, or something more
The strangest sense of falling dice
That shift from table to the floor
I let the odds slip by again
Perchance my stance is unopposed then
I would like to meet you then
And hope to God my luck won't show
I can't believe it's come to this
I practiced my lines note for note
But as I move on through the mist
I cannot speak but so it goes
So pull the trigger in the dark
And count the seconds from the pull
And feel them weighing on your heart
But heart is nothing but muscle, so...
Lost in the midst of, once or twice
Or ten times now, or something more
The strangest sense of falling dice
That shift from table to the floor
I let the odds slip by again
Perchance my stance is unopposed then
I would like to meet you then
And hope to God my luck won't show
Or ten times now, or something more
The strangest sense of falling dice
That shift from table to the floor
I let the odds slip by again
Perchance my stance is unopposed then
I would like to meet you then
And hope to God my luck won't show
I can't believe it's come to this
I practiced my lines note for note
But as I move on through the mist
I cannot speak but so it goes
So pull the trigger in the dark
And count the seconds from the pull
And feel them weighing on your heart
But heart is nothing but muscle, so...
Lost in the midst of, once or twice
Or ten times now, or something more
The strangest sense of falling dice
That shift from table to the floor
I let the odds slip by again
Perchance my stance is unopposed then
I would like to meet you then
And hope to God my luck won't show
Writer: Liam Welch
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid