Reynard from Wasted Now by Good Looking Friends

There's a hollow where it's peaceful still, at the top of the hill. I hold my hand up high,
(til) some old satellite swings by and sends me bars, I'm old Reynard 

Back in town, the news is hard.
The Wolf is still going by a different name, same part
still run(in) us up the ladder, then ship off what we get
Like the ones who came before him, like the ones we haven't met yet, oubliette

And that walk is getting heavy now,
The stiffer that my legs get, the tireder my pace gets,
The lonelier this face gets, pressing buttons like the punch back of notre dame 

I feel alive again, But alive is all we are.

Every day is heavy now: A stick in the tension, a hopeless redemption.
A face cuts through the tension
my non binary north star coming (from) far.

And if love is all we are
We’ve come so far, my love, 
if our love is all we are
We’ve come so far, my love, 
We’ve come so far

Still afraid of the haunted air,
still hear the settling of a hundred years and scare

Alarmist and alarming, point at sounds from up the stairs.
If I'm still afraid of ghost notes, I could never stand up to what's actually there

There, what’s there? I could never stand up to what’s actually there.

I feel alive again. Alive, is all we are.

Knowing life
Knowing the dying, knowing
hope, and hype, lone in the tide
and now it's time

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