Lyrics
Willoway, the simple face
It's starts with an orange apace, I think I'm leaking
Easy game, it keeps me tame
I'll stall and consist in the leaf, and it's a weakness
Bleach the stains, I feel no pain
I'll lend to the edge of the frame, the picture loosens
Cheeks of babes, a fink in shades
We'll talk and our phantoms will breed, baby this weekend
Am I okay? Yeah I'm okay, yeah
Am I okay? Yeah I'm okay, yeah
I'm not okay, I'm not okay, yeah
Yeah, okay, yeah I'm okay, yeah
We'll fix in place, that weekend taste
All love tumult, in selfless drone
And we don't need a place to die
We won't have a place in mind
Wild souls of foam, bloom into bones
All want to grow, with decent wolves
And we don't need a place to die
We won't have a place in mind
Do what I needed
She'd bruise and still get in second, yeah
Duel one of the green lit
It seems we'll stall and starve it, yeah
No warning just to be that sitting sill
(No warning, No warning, No warning)
No warning just to be that fleeting kid
No warning just to find that stupid hat(?)
