Ugly Luck - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

The choir aches, the trumpets sting our hearts

Expected fate of everything, we need to know the source

The flesh is aged, we shudder with every budge

And if I remain, then lead me in

We live through written words, words

I am vague to you, a fly on the wall

Your stardust in the whisk, the lonesome dawn

I am a trick to you, a deserted thought

Adrift in the mist, some ugly luck

Violent shakes, if I’m caught then I’m done

The sirens rang, the masses fled

There’s nothing left for us

The choir aches, we need to know the source

If I remain, then lead me in

We live through extinct words

Our words

I am vague to you, a fly on the wall

Your stardust in the whisk, the lonesome dawn

I am a trick to you, a desolate howl

Absence of the wish, too far gone

I'm too far gone

I am vague to you, a fly on the wall

Your stardust in the whisk, the lonesome dawn

I am a trick to you, an exhausted want

I don’t know where you've been or where you are

Or where you are