Flow - Live From The Vic In Chicago

Looking out my window
 Wonder how it came to be
 Feels just like a tempo
 Lifted by a gentle breeze
 Ugly as a suitcase
 I can see it stretch for days
 Hanging on a sunset
 Softly trampled by the rain
 Way too long
 Hold on
 Hold on
 Dead and gone
 So long
 Hold on
 Way too long
 Hold on
 Hold on
 Dead and gone
 So long
 Hold on
 So long
 Hold on
 Looking out my window
 Trying to find a hiding place
 Climb up to the tree tops
 Watch it all just drift away
 Way too long
 Hold on
 Hold on
 Dead and gone
 So long
 Hold on
 Way too long
 Hold on
 Hold on
 Dead and gone
 So long
 Hold on
 So long
 Hold on
 Timber shakes these trails; they all derail
 Phony, false, and frail
 An empty ocean lost our way with no direction home
 Golden needles, names we take in vain
 Find it harder to remain
 And nothing's sacred still waiting on that explanation
 Right before my eyes
 I saw the whole world lose control
 The whole world lost control
 Before my eyes uh-huh
 I fell through the floor
 I couldn't take this anymore
 I can't take this anymore
 It breaks my mind uh-huh
 Holding dirty hands over the flames
 Getting pleasure from the pain
 Softly screaming the pistol that you raised has spoken
 Golden needles names we take in vain
 Find it harder to remain
 Well nothing's sacred still waiting on that explanation
 Right before my eyes
 I saw the whole world lose control
 The whole world lost control
 Before my eyes uh-huh
 I fell through the floor
 I couldn't take this anymore
 I can't take this anymore
 It breaks my mind uh-huh
 Everything I thought I knew fell to the side
 Time went on and on I couldn't see past my own eyes
 Past my eyes
 Past my eyes
 Past my eyes
 Right before my eyes
 I saw the whole world lose control
 The whole world lost control
 Before my eyes uh-huh
 I fell through the floor
 I couldn't take this anymore
 I can't take this anymore
 It breaks my mind uh-huh