Sequence by Pampa Folks Lyrics

Lonely night, I’m off the track, down the wall
Talking to a preacher who said the sky will fall

I’ll be comin’, watchin’ the crowd, out of sight
Waitin’ for my new friends, superficial

Where is my house?
Where is my coat
Meters or miles
Homesick for where?
Home, in sequence
This love will rise
Filmed it in motion
Open my eyes

I’ve been travelin’ so long, I can’t move
Wearin’ my broken bones, deep in the cut

They hold on to me, leeches say I’m famous
It shouldn’t be a problem, I’ve got something on my mind
Another day
That can’t be mine
A new sequence
Another time

Never gonna get tired of you, or you
Never gonna get tired of you, or you