I'll Do What I Can
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โฑ๏ธ 3:46 duration
๐ ID: 11807626
๐ Lyrics
A spike in the flatline, a cross on the wall
Red dot on the other man means we drop to the floor
At least this town's full of bad men
You won't have to be on your own
And storms like these cancel plans and hammer through doors
Scores of empty ships and every torch now lit
I captain my long-since-drowned fleet, I master what I've missed
It takes some adjusting, but l'll do what I can
A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man
No greater favour one can do than try to understand
Why it takes some adjusting, but I'lI do what I can
A crack in the major, no more breaking the prole
During transformation from a sprint to a crawl
Tear your badge from your lapel, and commence the endless walk
To drag all the dead weight, as if chained to a storm
Shapes over the tree line scatter shadows on the Earth
Cast a caustic disposition, lasting the cradle to the urn
It takes some adjusting, but I'll do what I can
A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man
No greater favour one can do than try to understand
Why it takes some adjusting, but I'II do what I can
Stand aside and give a minute
Deep breaths, deep within it
I'm so young, lambs
Metal hands and diaphragms
Survivors, unchained incomes
Derailed outcomes
Convinced of sure innocence
Face down in the water
Crying up, tears touch your own
The eyes become a decoration
A trophy made of stone
It takes some adjusting, but I'll do what I can
A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man
No greater favour one can do than try to understand
Why it takes some adjusting, but l'll do what I can
Red dot on the other man means we drop to the floor
At least this town's full of bad men
You won't have to be on your own
And storms like these cancel plans and hammer through doors
Scores of empty ships and every torch now lit
I captain my long-since-drowned fleet, I master what I've missed
It takes some adjusting, but l'll do what I can
A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man
No greater favour one can do than try to understand
Why it takes some adjusting, but I'lI do what I can
A crack in the major, no more breaking the prole
During transformation from a sprint to a crawl
Tear your badge from your lapel, and commence the endless walk
To drag all the dead weight, as if chained to a storm
Shapes over the tree line scatter shadows on the Earth
Cast a caustic disposition, lasting the cradle to the urn
It takes some adjusting, but I'll do what I can
A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man
No greater favour one can do than try to understand
Why it takes some adjusting, but I'II do what I can
Stand aside and give a minute
Deep breaths, deep within it
I'm so young, lambs
Metal hands and diaphragms
Survivors, unchained incomes
Derailed outcomes
Convinced of sure innocence
Face down in the water
Crying up, tears touch your own
The eyes become a decoration
A trophy made of stone
It takes some adjusting, but I'll do what I can
A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man
No greater favour one can do than try to understand
Why it takes some adjusting, but l'll do what I can
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.05] A spike in the flatline, a cross on the wall
[00:17.28] Red dot on the other man means we drop to the floor
[00:21.43] At least this town's full of bad men
[00:25.46] You won't have to be on your own
[00:28.25] And storms like these cancel plans and hammer through doors
[00:32.39] Scores of empty ships and every torch now lit
[00:37.32] I captain my long-since-drowned fleet, I master what I've missed
[00:43.06] It takes some adjusting, but l'll do what I can
[00:48.37] A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man
[00:53.85] No greater favour one can do than try to understand
[00:59.06] Why it takes some adjusting, but I'lI do what I can
[01:16.60] A crack in the major, no more breaking the prole
[01:21.87] During transformation from a sprint to a crawl
[01:26.03] Tear your badge from your lapel, and commence the endless walk
[01:32.90] To drag all the dead weight, as if chained to a storm
[01:37.17] Shapes over the tree line scatter shadows on the Earth
[01:42.15] Cast a caustic disposition, lasting the cradle to the urn
[01:47.62] It takes some adjusting, but I'll do what I can
[01:53.00] A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man
[01:58.35] No greater favour one can do than try to understand
[02:03.41] Why it takes some adjusting, but I'II do what I can
[02:09.27]
[02:31.47] Stand aside and give a minute
[02:34.41] Deep breaths, deep within it
[02:37.16] I'm so young, lambs
[02:39.58] Metal hands and diaphragms
[02:42.29] Survivors, unchained incomes
[02:46.47] Derailed outcomes
[02:49.20] Convinced of sure innocence
[02:55.23] Face down in the water
[02:57.51] Crying up, tears touch your own
[03:00.51] The eyes become a decoration
[03:03.28] A trophy made of stone
[03:05.80] It takes some adjusting, but I'll do what I can
[03:11.25] A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man
[03:16.55] No greater favour one can do than try to understand
[03:21.75] Why it takes some adjusting, but l'll do what I can
[03:27.55]
[00:17.28] Red dot on the other man means we drop to the floor
[00:21.43] At least this town's full of bad men
[00:25.46] You won't have to be on your own
[00:28.25] And storms like these cancel plans and hammer through doors
[00:32.39] Scores of empty ships and every torch now lit
[00:37.32] I captain my long-since-drowned fleet, I master what I've missed
[00:43.06] It takes some adjusting, but l'll do what I can
[00:48.37] A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man
[00:53.85] No greater favour one can do than try to understand
[00:59.06] Why it takes some adjusting, but I'lI do what I can
[01:16.60] A crack in the major, no more breaking the prole
[01:21.87] During transformation from a sprint to a crawl
[01:26.03] Tear your badge from your lapel, and commence the endless walk
[01:32.90] To drag all the dead weight, as if chained to a storm
[01:37.17] Shapes over the tree line scatter shadows on the Earth
[01:42.15] Cast a caustic disposition, lasting the cradle to the urn
[01:47.62] It takes some adjusting, but I'll do what I can
[01:53.00] A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man
[01:58.35] No greater favour one can do than try to understand
[02:03.41] Why it takes some adjusting, but I'II do what I can
[02:09.27]
[02:31.47] Stand aside and give a minute
[02:34.41] Deep breaths, deep within it
[02:37.16] I'm so young, lambs
[02:39.58] Metal hands and diaphragms
[02:42.29] Survivors, unchained incomes
[02:46.47] Derailed outcomes
[02:49.20] Convinced of sure innocence
[02:55.23] Face down in the water
[02:57.51] Crying up, tears touch your own
[03:00.51] The eyes become a decoration
[03:03.28] A trophy made of stone
[03:05.80] It takes some adjusting, but I'll do what I can
[03:11.25] A distance from perfect, but I feel for the man
[03:16.55] No greater favour one can do than try to understand
[03:21.75] Why it takes some adjusting, but l'll do what I can
[03:27.55]