Stripe - Loch Lomond

Last night i had a dream

That i was a stripe

Running up your arm

Killing you at work

It’s the speed of what’s to come

It’s the speed of what’s to come

It’s running up your spine and you won’t let it go

Well i had a thought

That i was a vein

Running up your leg

Infecting your heart

It’s the speed of what’s to come

It’s the speed of what’s to come

Well it tears me apart

Well it tears me in two

Oh to wash my skin

Oh to wash my skin

Oh to wash my skin

Free from my day

Falling off my

Sink into the ground

Sink into the ground

Falling off my

Sink into the ground

Sink into the ground

Sink into the ground