作曲 : Wrens
from napiers bones to my hair brushed back I have it all figured out
these are incestuous fingers I'm fond of this one let me pull it back for you
convention is fine when it needed room I'll never hold it close because it always lays me
saw a galaxy driving away i wonder if it could have been Sam
darken the cram with hard dated words I have to endure that this is it my only time
and shining through some years late I'll have to hold it in I'll have to wear it thin