I Dissolve - The Early November

People say that I’ll be fine

Grow out of awkward times

Pedal art at 35

I think they’re dead in my sight

Grind my teeth, dissolve like salt

Mix my fears in double malt

And I get lost in the night

I get lost in the night

I still want to open eyes

I’ve seen where we all hide

Suffocation in the time

Decorate the darker side

Hang that wreath, drown all clear thought

Celebrate the launching of the loss of the night

I get lost in the night

I get lost in the night

And I get lost in the night

I hate when people say

That I will be just fine

Swallowed up by lies

That got us everything

Hey, I hate I can’t complain

Because that would be too slight

Josiah and the lion

So I get lost in the night

So I get lost in the night

So I get lost in the night

People say that I’ll be fine