Frost in the morning
Dog barking
Emptied the trash
Lit my cig
Licking my lips
Still tastes like oatmeal
Licking my lips
Still tastes like oatmeal
Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes
The histories and stories that are never spoken
My empty soul is screaming out
I'm starting out in the world of pandemonium
Back in the days
Hands on deck
Strunk in my head
I don't know why
Licking my lips
Still tastes like your lip
Licking my lips
Still tastes like your lip
Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes
The histories and stories that are never spoken
My empty soul is screaming out
I'm starting out in the world of pandemonium
As I come down from the up above
I know the ones are gone from here
Uncrowned life
A westbounds sign
I saw deerhounds running wild again
again again again again again yeah
again again again yeah