Imaginary Girls Testo

I heard a hammer on the window and it reminds me of tomorrowStatic on my neck, but I don't expect it to stay
Nothing is wrong, just down and done searching for imaginary girls
You're off selling away all the blue skies
Throw your powers away
You have to kill yourself to feel alive
All the good saints lock up their daughters
And the church bell ricochet shapes their ambition
17 and waiting, but I don't expect them to stay
Nothing is wrong, just down and done searching for imaginary girls
You're off selling away all the blue skies
Throw your powers away
You have to kill yourself to feel alive
This is how we make our last sound
This is how we make our last sound