One Dyn-o-mite Right Hand Lyrics

Birdseye view of the sun might set tomorrow,

So very reminiscent of yesterday.

One drink after another,

Dreamers stumble and catch each other.

A saving grace,

A saving grace.



Something tells me it might be a long night,

Cabernet vision,

Mouths wide.



Spin me around,

Sobering wind,

Oh so beautiful.



Breach these walls,

By storm,

By storm,

Best of luck on your current abduction,

Though I must warn...

I'm willing to leave.



Playing astronomer in empty skies,

I fancy myself a string less kite.



Something tells me it might be a long night,

Cabernet vision,

Mouths wide.



Wake me when this motorized roller ride comes to an end.



Breach these walls,

By storm,

By storm,

Best of luck on your current abduction,

Though I must warn...

I'm willing to leave.