Melting into slo-mo
An inevitable slowing
Weak in the knees and in the fists
All signs waiting patiently for you to spot them pointing
And your e.s.p is on the fritz
Day 3
Christen this city with the sound you grew up wanting
Jangle trauma in the light
Bus stop junkies looking pretty as the morning
Jungle hot after a rainy night
Day 3
And by dawn we're floating, flying
And by dawn we're neurons, firing
And by dawn we're floating, flying
And by dawn we're neurons, firing
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