Pinned four corners to the ground

That’s not how i wanna be found

That’s not how i wanna be found

I just want some thing that’s mine

But everything’s free to take

When you’re pinned four corners down

I’ve been pinned four corners down

I just wanna see the light

But i’ve got old Don Stacy’s spirit in my blood

And there’s no distance that can take it away

A brain of sponge can be squeezed of its ways

I’m older now, i’m quite hardened these days

But i’ve snuck your stuff in my blood as well

Yeah, in my veins, i’ve got your spirit the same

I’d bare the wicked wind

Freaking my head out

Just so i can explain how

I’d pour my mind into yours in a mirror room

And I’d pluck the best times from my head

Like crows collecting for their nests

And dry out the drown sunshine

So you can see how much i miss looking at you

But i’ve got old Don Stacy’s spirit in my blood

And there’s no distance that can take it away

A brain of sponge can be squeezed of its ways

I’m older now, i’m quite hardened these days

But i’ve snuck your stuff in my blood as well

Yeah, in my veins, i’ve got your spirit the same