SAINT-FRANCIS
Sixteen bridges to cross ‘till San Francisco
trippy lights on the side of the road make your skin glow
pristine bottles of that old wine that you love so
filthy excuses you make while you pray for the end goal
Ghostlike pictures to claim your position
blindly leading the blind to submission
skip a line for quick life gratification
‘till you override, subside, all things black and white
Displays buzz in your head and the three dots
are downward spiraling fragments of your thoughts
elevator built out of pride out of self love
ride it all the way to the top, find god
You’re more than the shade of red on your cheeks love
more than the needles you willingly bleed for
more than he’s ever able to see
in a frame, on a screen, in a box with your name on
Straight face, you’re afraid of this cage
where everybody gets stuck trying to control luck
straight face, you’re afraid of this cage
where everybody gets stuck trying to control luck
Sixteen bridges ‘till San Francisco
trippy lights on the road make your skin glow
pristine bottles of that wine that you love so
filthy excuses to pray for the end goal
credits
released May 7, 2021
Music & Lyrics by Anna Rune
Recorded by Anna Rune and Mark Schilders
Production/Mix by Mark Schilders
Master by Jerboa Mastering
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