My hair won't fall out though I'm [?] I may forgive but I won't admit Through any hope, it was something yet You've fainted if I was dead
Maybe the song was a line but the moon was wrong The stars don't lie but they do reflect They do neglect sometimes to tell the truth, baby
There ain't no chapter in the mailbox So don't go changing with the times There ain't no cool aid in your poison anymore There ain't no comfort in the bottle for great [?]
(You can't shove it out) (You can't shove it out) (You can't shove it out) (You can't shove it out)
(Even though) And even though we weren't too young to love If others loved like us before We can let it slide and [?] And I may give up though I won't concede But isn't faith that shakes the truth If the ancient forces are bored now we must agree now baby
Ooh, there ain't no chapter in the mailbox There's too much [?] on the side There ain't no muse in this funhouse anymore There ain't no comfort in the bottle for great [?]
(You can't shove it out) (You can't shove it out) (You can't shove it out) (You can't shove it out) (Said you'd go)
Compositores: Julianna Barwick, Bradley Robert Petering ECAD: Obra #41270237