Galileo was bluffing
It's just a mess out here
There's no compass to guide us
Through the flashes of violence and fear
Oh
Pinball and a motor hum
Black kettle in a riptide
Sand bleeds through our fingers
If time sands stood still in line
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
You will get the best of me
Worlds collide into recipe, for disaster
Sweet disaster
Birthmark on a crow's foot
Kilimanjaro or bust
There are no mountains to move here
You just do what you say what you must
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
You will get the best of me
Worlds collide into recipe for disaster
Sweet disaster
Ooh, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa
You will get the best of me
Worlds collide into recipe for disaster
Sweet disaster, sweet
Light years and a pocket watch
You can't get close enough
To the rhythm of solitude
Ashes to ashes to dust, oh
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Galileo was bluffing
It's just a mess out here
There's no compass to guide us
Through the flashes of violence and fear
Oh
Pinball and a motor hum
Black kettle in a riptide
Sand bleeds through our fingers
If time sands stood still in line
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
You will get the best of me
Worlds collide into recipe, for disaster
Sweet disaster
Birthmark on a crow's foot
Kilimanjaro or bust
There are no mountains to move here
You just do what you say what you must
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
You will get the best of me
Worlds collide into recipe for disaster
Sweet disaster
Ooh, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa
You will get the best of me
Worlds collide into recipe for disaster
Sweet disaster, sweet
Light years and a pocket watch
You can't get close enough
To the rhythm of solitude
Ashes to ashes to dust, oh
It's just a mess out here
There's no compass to guide us
Through the flashes of violence and fear
Oh
Pinball and a motor hum
Black kettle in a riptide
Sand bleeds through our fingers
If time sands stood still in line
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
You will get the best of me
Worlds collide into recipe, for disaster
Sweet disaster
Birthmark on a crow's foot
Kilimanjaro or bust
There are no mountains to move here
You just do what you say what you must
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
You will get the best of me
Worlds collide into recipe for disaster
Sweet disaster
Ooh, ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa
You will get the best of me
Worlds collide into recipe for disaster
Sweet disaster, sweet
Light years and a pocket watch
You can't get close enough
To the rhythm of solitude
Ashes to ashes to dust, oh
Writer: Thomas Luke Doucet, Melissa Jean Mcclelland
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing