Miracle Mile Songtext
von Before Braille

I′m ready to blow
I'm ready to blow
It′s not my fault
My fault

You know I'm ready to blow
Don't waste a four-leaf clover
(I′m ready to blow)
Good happens to the owner
(It′s not my fault)
Just wait when the leaves fall
(My fault)
They go below your faults

Now you're just boring me to death
I′ve got a catacomb
Underneath the same place I lay my head
I've gotta bury them blind
And then control what they find
I′m hanging on a thread


You know I'm ready to blow
Like I told you I would

Out of nothing you find your own authority
Cleanse the water to send your holy blessings
I′m flying solo
I'm falling so low
Where do we go
Out of nothing you find your own authority
Forbidden honor will go as far as atrophy
I'm flying solo
I′ll go
I′ll go
I'll go
Yeah


Now you′re just boring me to death
I've got a cataract
Focused on a shaky, shaky, shaky
Conscience at best
(A shaky guest)
I′ve got to make up my mind
And try to make up some time
I'm hanging on a thread

You know I′m ready to blow
But not quite yet
You know I'm ready to fold
Can't count my cards yet
You know I′m ready to forget
All we′ve been through
You know I'm ready for you

The shaken
Are desperate
For new sounds
On old ground
To bury reflections
Infections
From strong hands
And weak glands
And when they′re awakened
Their vision will fade

It ain't a bit of my fault
Man, I′m gonna miss her
It ain't a bit of my fault
Man, I′m gonna miss her
It ain't a bit of my fault
Man, I'm gonna miss her
Miss her
It ain′t a bit of my fault
Man, I′m gonna miss her