Florence by Empty Atlas Lyrics

Did I end at the start?
Gone deaf at the gunshot from the word “go”
And I can’t read lips, but I know the word “no”

Just time for a quick recap
Spirit started to lift then a full collapse
Still trust for the best, but it’s traveling slow

And I think my mind’s enough to make it so

Clear a path; make a way
Ready myself 'cause the door’s swinging open someday

Burned out on your star signs
My palms only show all the work I’ve done
Feels like all I achieved last year was once more 'round the sun

Fortune favors the fortunate, I guess
It’s all a matter of perspective
At best, it’s providence; at worst, it’s music for my friends
And I think I’m fine no matter how it ends
I think I’ve finally started making sense

Clear a path; make a way
Ready myself 'cause the door’s swinging open someday

Clear a path; make a way
Ready myself 'cause the door’s swinging open someday

Clear a path; make a way
Ready myself 'cause the door’s swinging open someday