Keys To The Kingdom — Unkle

I shoot it low, kill the flow Ruin myself out on the north shore I make it one, watch the sun Sink behind the trees with the keys to the kingdom

I shoot it high, let it fly Bury myself under a blue sky I see a scheme, make it clean Drown in blue rivers under a muffled scream

Call your number wishing I could make amends And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again

I hit it down, kill the sound Ruin myself out on the northbound I make it one, kill the sun Bury my disease with the keys to the kingdom

Call your number wishing I could make amends And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again

I shoot it low - Shoot. it. low Kill the flow - Kill. the. flow Ruin myself out on the north shore

Call your number wishing I could make amends And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again

Call your number wishing I could make amends And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again