How Was Your Ride? - Blackfield

We’re like the weather

You can’t predict it

We never take the time

Heavy shackles

We can’t move freely

We’re leaving trails on the ground

It’s too late, so why pray now

You cynical bastard?

We all ate from your plate

So how, how was your ride?

How was your ride?

Frozen moments

Your shadows on me

Will always give the command

It won’t get better

Just string along

Until the curtain comes down

It’s too late, so why pray now

You cynical bastard?

We all ate from your plate

So how, how was your ride?

How was your ride?

It’s too late, so why pray now

You cynical bastard?

We all ate from your plate

So how, how was your ride?

How was your ride?

How was your ride?

How was your ride?