Trick & Bout Lyrics

What's buried in your gaze tonight?

No ties that bind or guides to find

So many faces but one draws near

Amidst the crowds and the loudest cheers

No puppet strings or pact with the thieves

No room to flee or cues from me

Without a care to risk a fall

The tempers flare, confession calls

Live amidst the fervent ties

No more tangles or shallow disguise

We're looking right at the mighty shot

Now we're miles adrift without a single care

We're quite the scene beyond repair

And we're home

Who's buried in the storm tonight?

Amidst the din and tensions tight

No need for caution or landing gear

No past regrets or future fears

No expectations or need to please

Don't need no words, no need to plead

Fueling flames and leaving marks

No judgment here you're free to fall

We have no names to assassinate

No masks to wear and no roles to play

When every beat leads to trick and bout

Now it's dark and sweet, and we can taste the blood

Craving whispers sweet and low

Now I'm home

Looking right at your mighty shot

Now we're miles adrift without a single care

We're quite the scene beyond repair

And well we're home

What's buried in your gaze tonight?

No ties to bind or guides to find

The urge within where the sins begin

I veer away when I'm free fall, drifting

In the maze of the wildest fire

In the heart of the trick and bout

We're spinning fast and we're on stolen time

With so many ghosts by your side

Now you're home