| Song | Through Empty Vessels |
| Artist | The Republic Of Wolves |
| Album | No Matter How Narrow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’ve been clearing the air | |
| Of every connection that we had lost | |
| A Criminal thought | |
| That you paid so much room to multiple | |
| And left you to soak | |
| In conversations with a door | |
| You could not close | |
| And I was intertwined for the first time with my own lines | |
| As we, both crossed a devastating line | |
| In the flood of time it never mattered why | |
| When we choose, sides and we were both right | |
| I have been opening mail addressed to the man I use to be | |
| But a sick old voice retreats from my lips each time I speak | |
| What a practical joke | |
| But you let it have you | |
| Didn’t that prove my point | |
| And I was intertwined for the first time with my own lines | |
| As we, both crossed a devastating line | |
| In the flood of time it never mattered why | |
| When we choose, sides and we were both right | |
| Was it enough for you | |
| The vessel they poured you into | |
| Was all the damage done | |
| Out in the saffron field | |
| You were so aggravated | |
| Missing your chance to make your mark | |
| So you tore apart | |
| Which you had left inside your chest | |
| But if you regret taking that step | |
| You haven’t yet | |
| So I threw it all back | |
| The love that I didn’t yet deserve | |
| It wringing us out | |
| As though it was suffering through everything that I’ve done | |
| But it’s over my head | |
| How everything washes up again | |
| I’ve spent most of life ruling things out | |
| Sinking my teeth into your every bit of doubt | |
| If I was coming clean | |
| Would it reach you from what I seen | |
| It was all true | |
| So much left to grieve | |
| Couldn’t hurt you to leave it be | |
| Just for one day | |
| Just to see straight |
| I' ve been clearing the air | |
| Of every connection that we had lost | |
| A Criminal thought | |
| That you paid so much room to multiple | |
| And left you to soak | |
| In conversations with a door | |
| You could not close | |
| And I was intertwined for the first time with my own lines | |
| As we, both crossed a devastating line | |
| In the flood of time it never mattered why | |
| When we choose, sides and we were both right | |
| I have been opening mail addressed to the man I use to be | |
| But a sick old voice retreats from my lips each time I speak | |
| What a practical joke | |
| But you let it have you | |
| Didn' t that prove my point | |
| And I was intertwined for the first time with my own lines | |
| As we, both crossed a devastating line | |
| In the flood of time it never mattered why | |
| When we choose, sides and we were both right | |
| Was it enough for you | |
| The vessel they poured you into | |
| Was all the damage done | |
| Out in the saffron field | |
| You were so aggravated | |
| Missing your chance to make your mark | |
| So you tore apart | |
| Which you had left inside your chest | |
| But if you regret taking that step | |
| You haven' t yet | |
| So I threw it all back | |
| The love that I didn' t yet deserve | |
| It wringing us out | |
| As though it was suffering through everything that I' ve done | |
| But it' s over my head | |
| How everything washes up again | |
| I' ve spent most of life ruling things out | |
| Sinking my teeth into your every bit of doubt | |
| If I was coming clean | |
| Would it reach you from what I seen | |
| It was all true | |
| So much left to grieve | |
| Couldn' t hurt you to leave it be | |
| Just for one day | |
| Just to see straight |
| I' ve been clearing the air | |
| Of every connection that we had lost | |
| A Criminal thought | |
| That you paid so much room to multiple | |
| And left you to soak | |
| In conversations with a door | |
| You could not close | |
| And I was intertwined for the first time with my own lines | |
| As we, both crossed a devastating line | |
| In the flood of time it never mattered why | |
| When we choose, sides and we were both right | |
| I have been opening mail addressed to the man I use to be | |
| But a sick old voice retreats from my lips each time I speak | |
| What a practical joke | |
| But you let it have you | |
| Didn' t that prove my point | |
| And I was intertwined for the first time with my own lines | |
| As we, both crossed a devastating line | |
| In the flood of time it never mattered why | |
| When we choose, sides and we were both right | |
| Was it enough for you | |
| The vessel they poured you into | |
| Was all the damage done | |
| Out in the saffron field | |
| You were so aggravated | |
| Missing your chance to make your mark | |
| So you tore apart | |
| Which you had left inside your chest | |
| But if you regret taking that step | |
| You haven' t yet | |
| So I threw it all back | |
| The love that I didn' t yet deserve | |
| It wringing us out | |
| As though it was suffering through everything that I' ve done | |
| But it' s over my head | |
| How everything washes up again | |
| I' ve spent most of life ruling things out | |
| Sinking my teeth into your every bit of doubt | |
| If I was coming clean | |
| Would it reach you from what I seen | |
| It was all true | |
| So much left to grieve | |
| Couldn' t hurt you to leave it be | |
| Just for one day | |
| Just to see straight |