If I was to listen I'd turn back
Give up on my reasons
Forgive up the past


You think I'd swallow that?
Bearing weight in ceilings

Just to stop and ask of Thora Zine
Thora Zine, Thora Zine, Thora Zine


They give you this
They take away that
Thora Zine


There'll be no others
There'll be no long lost friends

Empty on the insides
Empty of a last pretense
To stand by on feeling of the end


So many lives
A runaway life

So many lies

When they locked you up they shut me out

Gave me the key so I could show you round
Yet we were not allowed
Omens of the daydream


But caught as you're bound in Thora Zine
Thora Zine, Thora Zine, Thora Zine


They give you this
They take away that

Thora Zine

There'll be no rallies

There'll be no long lost friends
Caught on a spotlight
running out of present tense


To fix by a feeling of an end
So many lives

A runaway life

Please come back

Please come back
Please come back
Pale Horse