This is the placeSit down, you're safe nowYou've been stuck in

Please could you stop the noiseI'm tryna get some restYou chicken

I’ll drown my beliefsTo have your babiesI’ll dress like your nieceAnd

of handJump off the endInto a clear lakeNo one

turn nasty now, the dusts of HellA pillar of

turn nasty now, the dusts of HellA pillar of

like I've fallen out of bedFrom a long and vivid

around hereEveryone is so nearIt's holdin' onIt's holdin'

am the key to the lock in your houseThat

had these jeans since I was bornAnd now they're

areThe sun and moon and stars are youI could

no one's ever told myself wellI know I shouldGoing: "I'll

We're the orchestra to your boardAnd we beg for the scraps

TransportMotorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe emptiest of

Dear Masha and Nadia,As the one-year anniversary of your trial approaches,

of houses all bearing down on meI can feel

Licking up the woundsYou try to crawling say aroundNo

will stop, I will stop at nothingSay the right

your comments and reactions hereWe would like to knowIf

me one of those daysWhen the sky is California