: In deepest hollow of our minds A system failure left behind And their necks crane As they turn to pray for rain And their necks crane Dull residue
: The baby was born Nettles and Ferns The evening it chokes The candle it burns This disguise covers Bitter lies Repeating the joke The meaning it dies
: I'm not good in a crowd I got skills I can't speak of Things I've seen will chase me to the grave I'm not good in a crowd I got skills I can't speak
: I'm looking for you in the woods tonight, I'm looking Looking for you in my flashlight, I'm searching From in the high or down the ocean And I
In deepest hollow of our minds A system failure left behind And their necks crane As they turn to pray for rain And their necks crane Dull residue of
I'm looking for you in the woods tonight, I'm looking Looking for you in my flashlight, I'm searching From in the high or down the ocean And I face
The baby was born Nettles and Ferns The evening it chokes The candle it burns This disguise covers Bitter lies Repeating the joke The meaning it dies
I'm not good in a crowd I got skills I can't speak of Things I've seen will chase me to the grave I'm not good in a crowd I got skills I can't speak
