Fresh

You and I are closer than you know

Yeah, what I reap is nothing that I sow

The words I sing are few and far between

As your faces curl and rise with voices sing

Screaming with your fist against the door

Ain't it nothing like you've ever seen before?

You're living for the East Coast by the way

You'll fly up again and then we're on our way

Keep it to yourself, don't blow their minds

Cause we'll be so alone when we die

Screaming with your fist against the door

Ain't it nothing like you've ever seen before?

Screaming with your fist against the door

Ain't it nothing like you've ever seen before?

Sitting with your fist against the door

Ain't it nothing like you've ever seen before?