Hideout by The Western Den Lyrics

Put away your old and toss it in the fire
To burn slowly
To play the part of aging we rid of our ire
Hurry past the lines you've made
And it's all for the taking
I'm holding out for the light left on
Done are the days
Where I'll be told what you are

We're coming into a new storm
While idle thumbing breaks your new form
And patience is a rued bore
Yet those who wait
Get what they came here for

I'm wearing into the brittle bar
Where nothing is coming out right
Seems I'vе what means well
Though evеr-bearing, I'm not
I'll tie the knot half-tight
Bound by it all
Where steady hands
As scarce as they come
Are endlessly Called
Farther from the hideout
We're coming into a new storm
While idle thumbing breaks your new form
And patience is a rued bore
Yet those who wait
Get what they came here for

When I've none to lose
How can I falter?
Set the confines loose
What can I offer?

(I'm holding out for the light left on)
Let it all die