From the recording Gallery (single)
Produced by Grenadelia
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Tyler Watkins
Lyrics
Wait for the sky to clear
Your tongue cracks a lie again
So hold for the applause
What's in your system
That makes you so distant
To make your heart seem small?
(ooh)
Hang your head low
Close the door
To lock out these painful thoughts
Whisper so sweetly
To the eyes in the gallery
Your last goodbye
Try not to cry
You won't see what you've done
Or what makes you wrong
The permanent comfort
Don't act like you've won, yeah
You're not a martyr
And you're not a prophet
I've never felt so sure
I know of your story
Can't hear your perspective
Or what you have to say
Did you die like a man that day?
You won't see what you've done
Or what makes you wrong
The permanent comfort
Don't act like you've won, yeah
Did you die like a man?
You won't see what you've done
Or what makes you wrong
The permanent comfort
Don't act like
Don't act like you've won
(Don't act like you've won)
(Don't act like you've won, yeah)
Wait for the sky to clear
Your tongue cracks a lie again
So hold for the applause

