Oblivion

Oblivion - Rival/Fairlane/Philip Strand

We're going through the rabbit hole

Like a million times before

We're always tipping on our toes

Without an antidote

You got me high on feelings

You're always rushing through my veins

You're from my head down to my core

We're coming off the ground

We're never coming down

So will you take my hand

A leap of faith into oblivion

We're coming off the ground

We're never slowing down

So will you take my hand

A leap of faith into oblivion

Into oblivion

Into oblivion

We couldn't see beyond these walls

It didn't make no sense at all

How could something beautiful

Turn into something bitter fall

You got me high on feelings

So high

You're always rushing through my veins

From my head down to my core

We're coming off the ground

We're never coming down

So will you take my hand

A leap of faith into oblivion

We're coming off the ground

We're never slowing down

So will you take my hand

A leap of faith into oblivion

Into oblivion

Into oblivion

Into oblivion