In The Clear - Spencer Radcliffe

Phone, keys, wallet

I’m out the door

I’d love to talk to you when I have some more time

If you need something to praise, we could build a monument for the abridged

«Hooray!»

This watch has bills to pay, trading in hours for another day

Banished to a planet that is vanishing, standing in the shadows of a trash

machine

Hope, faith, knowing, fear

Smoking gun, the end is near

Hope, faith, knowing, fear

Time stops, we’re in the clear

Lost track

We’ll trace it back counting every step because we cut the slack

Gotta keep a ship tight, sails raised

Gotta crack a whip to break a thin malaise

Piper’s in the valley with a broken reed

Knight is in the stable with a tired steed while all the peasants in the

projects practice alchemy

I guess you’ve gotta cast a spell to break a prophecy

Hope, faith, knowing, fear

Smoking gun, the end is near

Hope, faith, knowing, fear

Time stops, we’re in the clear