Letras: Choke. Slow Fade Or: How I Learned To Question Infinity. Tone-deaf Conversations.

Tone-deaf conversations
A tavern seat
And enough of a reason
Washes down another uncertainty
Somehow it feels wrong this time
It feels wrong this time
Drowning days not keeping moments wrong this time
Moderation seldom comes by
Tone-deaf conversations
A tavern seat
And enough of a reason
Passion lies under this uncertainty
Somehow he felt strong this time
Dusting off familiar focus
Strong this time
Moderation soon to come by
Somehow he felt strong this time
He felt strong this time