The Hundred In The Hands - This day is made

This day
Oh-ah oh-oh-oh
Is made
For us
Oh-ah oh-oh-oh
To escape.

Maybe we’re zombies
Cracked
Two tired vampires burning
Stumbling in the sun
Waiting for the moment to
Pass us by.

Under moonlight, I fall against you
It might be senseless, but it feels right
I might be wrong but I could care less
I don’t know,

Lift up crashed out
Press against me
Discreetly kick gently
Breath in no, rush to leave

This day
Oh-ah oh-oh-oh
Is made
For us
Oh-ah oh-oh-oh
To escape.

Thought we were past the worst of it, it
Resurfaced, now and I’m just
Rehearsing for the moment to
Fall apart.

Crashed out despite my
Best intentions
Living on intuition
Indifferent ambitions

This day
Oh-ah oh-oh-oh
Is made
For us
Oh-ah oh-oh-oh
To escape.

This day
Oh-ah oh-oh-oh
Is made
For us
Oh-ah oh-oh-oh
To escape.