South - Straight Lines To Bad Lands lyrics

It construction I'll honour your soul Laid down something more beautiful I'm temped to rewrite it all This time I know I'm going In straight lines to bad lands I/m leaving nothing to chance Courageous mind My left hand Reaches for you in holding Oh for dear life, cut from old cloth Tarred by the same brush As I sit here in the widow 3rd For the first I feel I won't fall I believe in I believe in when