Post Tropical Lyrics - Post Tropical - James Vincent Mcmorrow

Will not come home 

Tepid and cold 

Crawling lessons to the fold 

Trace it by line 

Light in the ground 

Beating your fists to the sound 

No one can look 

I can barely run and the walls will travel on 

Tear it into you, loss giving it all away 

Who will run and who will say 

All the help gathering now 

Learn to be fly through what's left 

All they sell, got it in me 

Floating whats left in the stream 

No one can run, I can barely walk 

Move on now, travel on 

Terrible but I'm giving it all away 

No one here I say 

Forest me, best to give 

No one here I say 

Hold on, hold on