Sweet Madelene

[Intro: Jack O'Brien & Curtis Roush] Space is still the place The weight of weightless faces faces straight Our dreams are lies replaced We reach out past the trace until it's gone [Verse 1: Curtis Roush] Sweet Madelene You don’t know my name Deep as the heat I can't stay the same Red hands, suntipped pine A strange fruit left inside I will climb my way out I don’t ever wanna turn around [Verse 2: Jack O'Brien] Sweet Madelene You can let go of your ghost Fruit from my lips drips on your whipping post Southern charm, bred of harm Surrender to the sound so close I will climb my way out I don’t ever wanna turn around [Outro: Jack O'Brien & Curtis Roush] Space is still the place The weight of weightless faces faces straight Our dreams are lies replaced We reach out past the trace until it's gone