Lyrics:

Lies that imply the space
We'll be friends with the enemies
Lost in your sense of taste
Did you know you were next to me?

Labor days, wounded hearts
How we fade, how false we start
I'm stuck on this Long Island beach
Where I'll make an army for my enemies

A faint disarray of intention
And I'm a guest of your invention
What's the rest of this dance?
Does the promise of this just end?
Just to we get what we can
Well there's too much within your head

Labor days, wounded hearts
How we fade, how false we start
I'm stuck on this Long Island beach
Where I'll make an army for my enemies

Cut the loss, cut the time
I don't ask, behind your eyes
Shadow bonds can make a friend
How I missed the shadow games

Labor days, wounded hearts
How we fade, how false we start
I'm stuck on this Long Island beach
Where I'll make an army for my enemies