Slow - Annahstasia/Obongjayar
Lyrics by：Annahstasia Enuke/Stephen Umoh/Steven Umoh/Ogiuzo Ifediora
Composed by：Annahstasia Enuke/Steven Umoh/Ogiuzo Ifediora
Produced by：Andrew Lappin/Jason Lader/Aaron Liao
Time breeds time
And violence breeds more silence
The skin that I'm in
Is just a vessel
Barely holding
Where are we now?
'Cause this ain't heaven
So where am I going?
Time breeds time
But violence breeds more silence
So where do we go from here?
It's not our job to know
Heard it on the wind
Go slow
Take what I can I might as well
I'm out the door before the morning bell
I'm in a hurry to nowhere
Army of men
I'm not the only one
Pains more than usual
And my anchor's no longer useful here
Not in the market for more time
I'll sell you my years
So where do we go from here?
It's not our job to know
Heard it on the wind
To go slow
So where do we go from here?
It's not our job to know
Heard it on the wind
Go
What's the worst that can happen
If we just let it happen?
Setting out on my own
Thousand miles till I'm home
What's the worst that can happen
Tank low stuck in traffic
Setting out on my own
A thousand miles till I'm home
What's the worst that can happen
If we just let it happen?
Setting out on my own
Thousand miles till I'm home
What's the worst that can happen
Tank low stuck in traffic
Setting out on my own
A thousand miles till I'm home
What's the worst that can happen
If we just let it happen?
Setting out on my own
Thousand miles till I'm home
What's the worst that can happen
Tank low stuck in traffic
Setting out on my own
A thousand miles till I'm home
What's the worst that can happen
If we just let it happen?
Setting out on my own
Thousand miles till I'm home
What's the worst that can happen
Tank low stuck in traffic
Setting out on my own
A thousand miles till I'm home
