When you're in some bad light. In the climbing flood. And you kneel before them. It's common sense. It's practical. Lay low. One moment I beg. I bolt.
I know that I'm on no end. I'm never totally right. I'm gonna walk away slowly. Instead I bid you good night. Another goodbye. I'm gonna cry. . Cry, cry, cry.
Wake up we're here. It's so much worse than we feared. There's nothing left here. The country has disappeared. If the winter trees bleeding, leave red blood.
I attack with love, pure bug beauty. I curl my lips and crawl up to you. I attack with love, pure bug beauty. I curl my lips and crawl up to you. . And your afternoon.