Lletres: K Serà. The Machinist - EP. Edge Of The Map.

My hand it shakes, a subtle wave good bye
To a year I spent collecting dust and slowly fading away
Till I found someone who takes care of me
When I lock myself in head and throw away the key

The hole in my chest, can't be filled with
Cheap thrills or one night stands
My name will die with me, if I walked alone
To the edge of the map and never made it home
So I won't rest till I found some one to call my own

Let's take our time, let it all unwind
Everyday is another chance to turn it all around
And I swear that I fall apart each time
You make the list of reasons, you're leaving me behind