Ghost Atlas - In The House Of Leaves

One more, then we'll get sober
keeping up til your cup's spilling over
Love and war made you a villain
fucking up, mark it one to my million

How much love is there left to lose
spending all my youth, how long can I fake it
How much love have I yet to use
when I'm slow to choose the life I created

Bloody nose beatnik cold in the corner
in the house of leaves

Grimoire, show me terror
seeking thrills, trying to prolong forever
Wildfires without heat
like a nightmare inciting a dull dream

It's all coming around
the situation's changing
there's no turning back from here

How much love is there left to lose
spending all my youth, how long can I fake it

Bloody nose beatnik cold in the corner
in the house of leaves
Go your own way
in the house of leaves

Quick cut flesh on perverse silver screen
thighs weep between cigarette burn sleep

How much love is there left to lose
spending all my youth, how long can I fake it
How much love have I yet to use
when I'm slow to choose the life I create

Bloody nose beatnik cold in the corner
in the house of leaves
Go your own way
in the house of leaves

Written by:
Jesse Cash

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Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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